FEASTS OF MARTYRS

Accept our song of praise

For all his holy care, se

His zeal unquenched through length of days, The trials that he bare.

Chief of Thy faithful band, He held himself the least, Though Thy dread keys were in his hand, O everlasting Priest.

So, trusting in Thy might, He won a fair renown;

So, waxing valiant in the fight, He trod the lion down.

Then rendered up to Thee

The charge Thy love had given, And passed away Thy Face to see Revealed in highest heaven.

JOHT

On all our Bishops pour The SPIRIT of Thy grace; That, as he won the palm of yore, So they may run their race; That, when this life is done, They may with him adore The ever Blessèd THREE in ONE, In bliss for evermore. Amen.

454" He gave some.... Pastors and Teachers."

FOR A DOCTOR.

JESU, for the beacon- light

By Thy holy Doctors given, When the mists of error's night Gathered o'er the path to heaven, For the witness that they bare

To the truth they learned of Thee, For the glory that they share, Let our praise accepted be.

In Jerusalem below

They were workmen at Thy call, Each with one hand met the foe, With the other built the wall; Watchmen on the mountain set, Scribes instructed in Thy Word, Fishers with the Gospel net UND 37/ Drawing souls to Thee their LORD. ( 322)

BUD