MARTYRS, ETO.

For the widow, for the orphan,

For the helpless, hopeless poor: Helpless, hopeless, if Thou spare not Of their basket and their store.

So- while these her earnest accents Day by day Thy Church repeats ,­That our sheep may bring forth thousands And ten thousands in our streets;

That our oxen, strong to labour,

May not know nor fear decay: That there be no more complaining, And the plague have passed away." And, at last, to all Thy servants,

When earth's troubles shall be o'er, Threefold Godhead, give a portion With Thyself for evermore. Amen.

New Year's Ebe.

" So soon passeth it away, and we ar 375

gone."

DAYS and moments quickly flying Blend the living with the dead; Soon will you and I be lying.

Each within our narrow bed.

Soon our souls to GOD Who gave them Will have sped their rapid flight; Able now by grace to save them,

O, that while we can we might! JESU, Infinite REDEEMER,

Maker of this mighty frame, Teach, O teach us to remember What we are and whence we came;

Whence we came, and whither wending; Soon we must through darkness go, To inherit bliss unending,

Or eternity of woe.

As the tree falls, so must it lie; As the man lives, so will he die; As the man dies, such must he be, All through the days of eternity.

Amen

This Hymn may also be used at Burial of the Dead, and in Lent, dc.

The Annunciation of the Blessed Virgin Mary.

" Mary, the Mother of JESUS."

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Bound with the curse of sin and shame We helpless sinners lay, Until in tender love He came To bear the curse away.

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SHALL we not love thee, Mother dear, Whom JESUS loves so well? And in His Temple, year by year, Thy joy and glory tell?

And thee He chose from whom to take True flesh His Flesh to be;.

In It to suffer for our sake,

By It to make us free.

Thy Babe He lay upon thy breast, To thee He cried for food; Thy gentle nursing soothed to rest Th' Incarnate SON of GOD.

O wondrous depth of grace Divine That He should bend so low; And, Mary, O what joy was thine In His dear love to know:

Joy to be Mother of the LORD; And thine the truer bliss,

In every thought, and deed, and wo To be for ever His.

And as He loves thee, Mother dear, We too will love thee well; And in His Temple, year by year, Thy joy and glory tell.

JESU, the Virgin's Holy SON, We praise Thee and adore, Who art with GOD the FATHER One And SPIRIT evermore. Amen.

This Hymn may also be used, as Hymn 219 on other Festivals of St. Mary..

Martyrs,& c.

" They are before the throne of GOD, and serve Him day and night in His temple."

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LO, round the Throne, a glorious band, The saints in countless myriads stand, Of every tongue redeemed to GOD, Arrayed in garments washed in Blood. Through tribulation great they came, They bore the cross, despised the shame; From all their labours now they rest, In GOD'S eternal glory blest.

They see their SAVIOUR face to face, And sing the triumphs of His grace; Him day and night they ceaseless praise, To Him the loud thanksgiving raise:

" Worthy the LAMB, for sinners slain, Through endless years to live and reign; Thou hast redeemed us by Thy Blood, And made us kings and priests to GOD."

O may we tread the sacred road That holy saints and martyrs tod; Wage to the end the glorious strife, And win, like them, the crown of life.

Amen