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Crown Him the Virgin's Son,

The GOD Incarnate born,

Whose arm those crimson trophies won Which now His Brow adorn:

Fruit of the mystic Rose,

As of that Rose the Stem; The Root whence mercy ever flows, The Babe of Bethlehem.

Crown Him the LORD of Love: Behold His Hands and Side,

Rich Wounds yet visible above In beauty glorified:

No angel in the sky

Can fully bear that sight, But downward bends his burning eye At mysteries so bright.

Crown Him the LORD of Peace: Whose power a sceptre sways From pole to pole, that wars may cease, And all be prayer and praise: His reign shall know no end, And ronnd His piercèd Feet Fair flowers of Paradise extend Their fragrance ever sweet.

Crown Him the LORD of years, The Potentate of time, Creator of the rolling spheres, Ineffably sublime.

All hail, REDEEMER, hail! For Thou hast died for me; Thy praise shall never, never fail Throughout eternity. Amen.

' In the beginning was the WORD, and the WORD was with GOD, and the WORD was GOD. All things were made by Him."

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JESUS is GOD: the solid earth, The ocean broad and bright, The countless stars, like golden dust, That strew the skies at night, The wheeling storm, the dreadful fire, The pleasant wholesome air,

The summer's sun, the winter's frost, His own creations were.

JESUS is GOD: the glorious bands

Of golden angels sing Songs of adoring praise to Him, Their Maker and their King. He was true GOD in Bethlehein's crib, On Calvary's Cross true GOD. He Who in heaven eternal reigned In time on earth abode.

HYMNS.

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JESUS is GOD: let sorrow come, And pain, and every ill, All are worth while, for all are means His glory to fulfil;

Worth while a thousand years of woe To speak one little word,

If by that" I believe" we own

The GODHEAD of our LORD. Amen.

THE Church's one foundation

Is JESUS CHRIST her LORD; She is His new creation

By water and the Word:

From heaven He came and sought her To be His holy Bride,

With His own Blood He bought her, And for her life He died.

Elect from every nation,

Yet one o'er all the earth, Her charter of salvation

One LORD, one Faith, one Birth; One Holy Name she blesses, Partakes one Holy Food, And to one hope she presses With every grace endued. Though with a wornful wonder Men see her sore opprest, By schisms rent asunder, By heresies distrest, Yet saints their watch are keeping, Their cry goes up," How long?" And soon the night of weeping Shall be the morn of song.

Mid toil, and tribulation,

And tumult of her war, 1 She waits the consummation Of peace for evermore; Till with the vision glorious Her longing eyes are blest, And the great Church victorious Shall be the Church at rest. Yet she on earth hath union

With GOD the THREE IN ONE, And mystic sweet communion

With tl ose whose rest is won: O happy ones and holy!

LORD, give us grace that we Like them, the meek and lowly,

On high may dwell with Thee. Amen.

" When the morning stars sang together, and all the sons of GOD shouted for joy."

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STARS of the morning, so gloriously bright,

Filled with celestial virtue and light, These that, where night never followeth day,

Raise the" Trisagion," ever and aye:

These are Thy ministers, these dost Thou

own,

LORD GOD of Sabaoth, nearest Thy

throne;

These are Thy messengers, these dost Thou send,

Help of the helpless ones! man to defend. This word in the Greek Liturgy mean: the same as the" Sanctus, Sanctus, Sanctus," in the Latin, and the" Holy, Holy, Holy in the English.