We bow before the heavenly voice
That bids bewildered souls rejoice,
Though love wax cold, and faith be dim,
"This is my Son; O hear ye him!"

Amen.

Arthur P. Stanley, 1870, alt.

Also the following

98 How bright appears the Morning Star 356 Fairest Lord Jesus

287

ST. BARTHOLOMEW

8.7.8.7 D.

KINOf thy starry host is known,

ING of saints, to whom the number

Many a name, by man forgotten,
Lives for ever round thy throne:
Lights, which earth-born mists have dark-
ened,

There are shining full and clear,
Princes in the court of heaven,
Nameless, unremembered here.

2 In the roll of thine apostles

One there stands, Bartholomew,
He for whom to-day we offer,
Year by year, our praises due:
How he toiled for thee and suffered
None on earth can now record;
All his saintly life is hidden

In the knowledge of his Lord;

3 None can tell us: all is written

In the Lamb's great book of life,
All the faith, and prayer, and patience,
All the toiling, and the strife:

There are told thy hidden treasures:
Number us, O Lord, with them,
When thou makest up the jewels
Of thy living diadem. Amen.

288

CO

ST. MATTHEW

John Ellerton, 1871

8.8.7.8.8.7

OME, pure hearts, in sweetest measures
Sing of those who spread the treasures
In the holy Gospels shrined!
Blessed tidings of salvation,
Peace on earth their proclamation,
Love from God to lost mankind.

2 See the rivers four that gladden,
With their streams, the better Eden
Planted by our Lord most dear;
Christ the fountain, these the waters;
Drink, O Sion's sons and daughters!
Drink, and find salvation here.

3 O that we, thy truth confessing,
And thy holy word possessing,
Jesus, may thy love adore!
Unto thee our voices raising,

Thee with all thy ransomed praising,
Ever and for evermore.

289

Amen.

Latin cento.; Tr. Robert Campbell, 1850

ST. MICHAEL AND ALL ANGELS

Four 10's

TARS of the morning, so gloriously bright,

ST

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

Raise the "Thrice Holy" song ever and aye:

2 These are thy ministers, these dost thou

own,

God of Sabaoth, the nearest thy throne; These are thy messengers, these dost thou send,

Help of the helpless ones! man to defend.

3 These keep the guard amid Salem's dear bowers,

Thrones, principalities, virtues, and powers, Where, with the living ones, mystical Four, Cherubim, seraphim bow and adore.

4 Still let them succour us; still let them fight,

Lord of angelic hosts, battling for right; Till, where their anthems they ceaselessly pour,

We with the angels may bow and adore.

Amen.

St. Joseph the Hymnographer, 850;
Tr. John Mason Neale, 1862

290

11.10.11.10.9.11

ARK! hark, my soul! Angelic songs

are swelling

O'er earth's green fields and ocean's wave-beat shore;

How sweet the truth those blessèd strains are telling

Of that new life when sin shall be no more!

Angels of Jesus, angels of light,

Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night.

2 Onward we go, for still we hear them

singing,

"Come, weary souls, for Jesus bids you come";

And through the dark, its echoes sweetly ringing,

The music of the Gospel leads us home.
Angels of Jesus, etc.

3 Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing, The voice of Jesus sounds o'er land and

sea,

And laden souls by thousands meekly stealing,

Kind Shepherd, turn their weary steps to thee.

Angels of Jesus, etc.

4 Rest comes at length, though life be long and dreary,

The day must dawn, and darksome night be past;

Faith's journeys end in welcome to the

weary,

And heaven, the heart's true home, will come at last.

Angels of Jesus, etc.

5 Angels, sing on! your faithful watches

keeping;

Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above;

Till morning's joy shall end the night of

weeping,

And life's long shadows break in cloud

less love.

Angels of Jesus, etc.

Frederick W. Faber, 1854, alt.

291

L.M.

ROUND the throne of God a band
Of bright and glorious angels stand;
Sweet harps within their hands they hold,
And on their heads are crowns of gold.
2 Some wait around him ready still
To sing his praise and do his will,
And some, when he commands them, go
To guard his servants here below.

3 Lord, give thine angels every day
Command to guard us on our way,
And bid them every evening keep
Their watch around us while we sleep.
4 So shall no wicked thing draw near
To do us harm, or cause us fear;
And we shall dwell, when life is past,
With angels round thy throne at last.

Amen.

owe,

O' Priest and Sacrifice divine,

For thy dear saint through whom we know So many a gracious word of thine;

2 Whom thou didst choose to tell the tale Of all thy manhood's toils and tears, And for a moment lift the veil

That hides thy boyhood's spotless years.