HOLY DAYS.
Angels, sing on, your faithful watches keeping, [ above;
Sing us sweet fragments of the songs Till morning's joy shall end the night of weeping,
And life's long shadows break in cloudless love.
Angels of Jesus, angels of light, Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night. Amen.
ST. LUKE THE EVANGELIST.
420 WHO feels not thoughts with in
him rise
At some beloved physician's name, Which fill with brimming tears his [ claim? And waken memory's warmest In tenderest hours of life and death
eyes
That healing friend is by our side, Perhaps the last to catch our breath Or gently whisper" Jesus died." O Healer of our spirit needs,
Who knowest every tear that starts, And every inward wound that bleeds Down in the deeps of human hearts ,
We tell Thee all; we may, we must: We cannot, would not hide from Thee:
Thy perfect love wins perfect trust: Our suffering is our only plea. And Thou art with us all the way Of life's uncertain pilgrimage, In storm and calm, by night and day, In childhood, manhood, shadowing
age.
And when we feel the hands no more, That grasp our own by Jordan's brink,
Thy arm will bear us safely o'er, Thy bosom will forbid us sink. And in the land that lies beyond, Where sin and sickness never come, Zhy love will be the clasping bond Of all within the Father's home
Amen.
These are they who have contended
For their Saviour's honour long, Wrestling on till life was ended,
Following not the sinful throng These, who well the fight sustain'd, Triumph by the Lamb have gain'd. These are they whose hearts were riven,
Sore with woe and anguish tried, Who in prayer full oft have striven With the God they glorified; Now, their painful conflict o'er, God has bid them weep no more. These are they who watch'd and waited,
Offering up to Christ their will, Soul and body consecrated,
Day and night to serve Him still; Now in God's most holy place Blest they stand before His face.
Amen.
ALL SAINTS' DAY.
422 For all the saints, who from Who Thee by faith before the world their labours rest, confess'd,
Thy name, 0 Jesu, be for ever bless'd.
Alleluis
Thou wast their rock, their fortress, and their might:[ fought fight Thou, Lord, their Captain in the wellThou, in the darkness drear, their one true Light. Alleluia! faithful, true [ of old,
Oh may Thy soldiers, and bold,
Fight as the saints who And win, with them, crown of gold.
nobly fought the victors
Alleluia!
Oh blest Communion, fellowship di
vine!
[ shine;
We feebly struggle, they in glory Yet all are one in Thee, for all are Thine. Alleluia
And when the strife is fierce, the war[ song,
Steals on the ear the distant triumph And hearts are brave again, and arms are strong, Alleluia! The golden evening brightens in the west: [ the rest;
ST. SIMON AND ST. JUDE, APOSTLES.
421 WHO are these like stars Soon, soon to faithful warriors comes
appearing,
[ stand? Sweet is the calm of Paradise the Alleluia
bless'd.
But lo, there breaks a yet mors glorious day:
( array
These, before God's throne who Each a golden crown is wearing, Who are all this glorious band? Hallelujah! hark, they sing, Praising loud their heavenly King. Who are these in dazzling brightness, Clothed in God's own righteousness: From earth's wide bounds, from
The saints triumphant rise in bright The King of Glory passes on His way. Allelula!
These, whose robes of purest white
ness
ocean's farthest coast, Through gates of pearl streams in the [ Ghost,
Shall their
Still untouch'd by time's rude hand? Singing to Father, Son, and Holy
Alleluia! Amen.
Whence come all this glorious band?!
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