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With white- robed Martyr's songs on high Doth Thy whole Church unite. O Christ, the Father's only Son, With him and God the Spirit, one! Before creation's work begun,

Thou glorious King, dost reign: Yet didst not Thou, Redeemer, scorn To be of lowly virgin born,

For those their fallen state that mourn, Salvation to obtain.

For us thou laid'st Thy power aside, For us to conquer Death hast died, For all who in Thy faith abide,

And Thee their Saviour own. Now in God's might, at his right hand, Thou sendest forth thine high command; And lo! heaven's portals open stand,

And crowds approach Thy throne. Yet once again- for Thou hast said­Shall be revealed Thy presence dread; When Thou the Lord of quick and dead For judgment shalt descend. Then hear, Lord Jesus! hear our prayer; Thy ransomed flock in mercy spare; Make us with all Thy saints to share In glory without end.

O Prince and Saviour! still, we pray, Direct, exalt us in Thy way: That name we worship day by day, May we in heaven adore! On us, Lord, may Thy mercy shine! This day and ever keep us Thine! In Thee we trust, our King divine! And triumph evermore.

Amen.