FEASTS OF MARTYRS Baintly Maiden, godly Matron, Widows who have watched to prayer, Joined in holy concert, singing

To the LORD of all, are there. They have come from tribulation, And have washed their robes in Blood,

Washed them in the Blood of JESUS; Tried they were, and firm they stood; Mocked, imprisoned, stoned, tor­mented,

Sawn asunder, slain with sword, They have conquered death and Satan By the might of CHRIST the LORD. Marching with Thy Cross their banner, They have triumphed following Thee, the Captain of salvation,

AND OTHER HOLY DAYS.

And when the strife is fierce, the war fare long,

Steals on the ear the distant triumph­song,

And hearts are brave again, and arms are strong. Alleluia!

The golden evening brightens in the west;

Soon, soon to faithful warriors comes their rest:

Sweet is the calm of Paradise the blest. Alleluia!

Thee their Saviour and their King; Gladly, LORD, with Thee they suffered; Gladly, LORD, with Thee they died, And by death to life immortal

They were born, and glorified. Now they reign in heavenly glory, Now they walk in golden light, Now they drink, as from a river, Holy bliss and infinite; Love and peace they taste for ever, And all truth and knowledge see In the Beatific Vision

Of the Blessèd TRINITY. GoD of GOD, the One- begotten, LIGHT of LIGHT, Emmanuel, In Whose Body joined together All the Saints for ever dwell, Pour upon us of Thy fulness,

That we may for evermore GOD the FATHER, GOD the SON, and GOD the HOLY GHOST adore. Amen. " Compassed about with so great a cloud 437 of witnesses."

FOR all the Saints who from their labours rest,

Who Thee by faith before the world confessed,

Thy Name, O JESU, be for ever blest.

Alleluia!

Thou wast their Rock, their Fortress, and their Might;

Thou, LORD, their Captain in the well- fought fight;

Thou in the darkness drear their one true Light. Alleluia!

O may Thy soldiers, faithful, true, and bold,

Fight as the Saints who nobly fought of old,

And win, with them, the victor's crown of gold. Alleluia!

0 blest communion! fellowship Divine!

We feebly struggle, they in glory shine; Yet all are one in Thee, for all are Thine. Alleluia!

But lo! there breaks a yet more glo­rious day;

The Saints triumphant rise in bright

array:

The King of glory passes on His way. Alleluia!

From earth's wide bounds, from ocean's farthest coast,

Through gates of pearl streams in the countless host,

Singing to FATHER, SON, and HOLY GHOST. Alleluia! Amen.

" These are they which came out of great tribulation, and have washed their robes, and made them white in the Blood of the Lamb."

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How bright those glorious spirite shine!

Whence all their white array? How came they to the blissful seats Of everlasting day?

Lo! these are they from sufferings Who came to realms of light;[ great And in the Blood of CHRIST have washed

Those robes that shine so bright. Now with triumphal palms they Before the Throne on high,[ stand

And serve the Gop they love amidst The glories of the sky.

Hunger and thirst are felt no more, Nor sun with scorching ray; GOD is their Sun, Whose cheering [ beams Diffuse eternal day.

The LAMB, Which dwells amidst the Throne,

Shall o'er them still preside,

Feed them with nourishment Divine. And all their footsteps guide.

' Midst pastures green He'll lead His flock,

Where living streams appear; And GoD the LORD from every eye Shall wipe off every tear.

To FATHER, SON, and HOLY GHOST. The GOD Whom we adore, Be glory, as it was, is no?,

And shall be evermore, en,

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