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Up and follow, Christian men! Press through toil and sorrow; Spurn the night of fear, and then, O, the glorious morrow! Who will venture on the strife? Blest who first begin it; Who will grasp the Land of Life? Warriors, up and win it! Amen.

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

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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 Drawing souls to Thee their LORD.

Like Thy learnèd sons of yore, JESU, may Thy Pastors still Know and teach Thy sacred lore With brave heart patient skill; In thes atter days of strife Keep, O keep them true to Thee, Till beside the well of life Light in Thine own light they see.

Amen.

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O SHEPHERD of the sheep, High Priest of things to come, Who didst in grace Thy servant keep, And take him sweetly home;

Accept our song of praise For all his holy care,

His zeal unquenched, through length of

days,

The trials that he bare.

His heart was Thine alone,

From selfish longings free;

Thy throne the Cross, a cross his throne, His life was hid in Thee.

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.

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.

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O LAMB of GOD, Whose love divine Draws virgin- souls to follow Thee, And bids them earthly joys resign If so they may Thy beauty see; The saint of whom we sing to- day Was faithful to Thy loving call, And, casting other hopes away, Took Thee to be her GOD, her All. To Thee she yielded up her will, Her heart was drawn to Thine above; Content if Thou would'st deign to fili Thine handmaid with Thy perfect love. Beneath Thy Cross she loved to stan 1, Like Mary in Thy dying hour, That blessings from Thy piercèd Ian! Might clothe her with undying power; With power to win the Crown of light For virgin- martyrs stored on high, And ready keep her lamp at night To hail the Bridegroom drawing nigh. And surely Thou at last didst come To end the sorrows of Thy bride, And bear her to Thy peaceful home With Thee for ever to abide.

All glory, JESU, for the grace That drew Thy saint to follow Thee; Grant us, too, in Thy love a place Both now and through eternity. Amen.

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" Behold, I have given Him

... for Leader and Commander to the people.

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BRIGHTLY gleams our banner Pointing to the sky, Waving wanderers onward To their home on high. Journeying o'er the desert,

Gladly thus we pray, And with hearts united Take our heavenward way. Brightly gleams our banner Pointing to the sky, Waving wanderers onward To their home on higb.

JESU, LORD and Master, At Thy sacred Feet, Here with hearts rejoicing See Thy children meet; Often have we left Thee, Often gone astray, Keep us, mighty SAVIOUR, In the narrow way.

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