"These are they which came out of great tribulation, and have washed their robes and made them white in the Blood of the Lamb."

154. O JESU, Source of sanctity,

In Whom Thy servants live,
All glory for Thy saints to Thee,
SAVIOUR of men, we give.

All glory for Thine angel train,
Who Heaven's high temple throng;
All glory for those ancient men,
Bards of prophetic song.

All glory for the messenger
Who came Thy face before;
For the blest Virgin glory, her
Who the Incarnate bore.

All glory for Thy chosen band,
To whom the charge was given,
To publish peace from land to land,
And ope the gates of Heaven.

For Thy meek priests a goodly choir,
For them, whose annals boast
Youth, maiden mild, and hoary sire,
The Martyrs' noble host.

For these, for all Thy saints Thy Name We laud, and pray that we,

Strong in Thy strength may follow them, As they have followed Thee.

Commemoration of Apostles.

"Their sound went into all the earth, and their words unto the ends of the world."

155.

THE LORD's eternal gifts,
The Apostles' mighty praise,
Their victories and high reward,
Sing we in joyful lays.

Lords of the churches they;
Triumphant chiefs of war,

Brave soldiers of the Heavenly court,

True lights for evermore.

Theirs was the Saints' high faith,
And quenchless hope's pure glow,
And perfect charity, which laid
The world's fell tyrant low.

In them the FATHER shone,
In them the SON o'ercame,
In them the HOLY SPIRIT wrought,
And filled their hearts with flame.

TO GOD the FATHER, SON,
And SPIRIT, glory be;

As was, and is, and shall be so,
Through all eternity.

"Who maketh the clouds His chariot and walketh upon the wings of the wind: He maketh His angels spirits, and His ministers a flaming fire."

156.

DISPOSER Supreme,

And Judge of the earth,
Who choosest for Thine

The weak and the poor;
To frail earthen vessels
And things of no worth,
Entrusting Thy riches

Which aye shall endure:

Those vessels soon fail,
Though full of Thy light,
They at Thy decree

Are broken and gone;
Then brightly appeareth
The Arm of Thy might,

As through the clouds breaking
The lightnings have shone.

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Like clouds are they borne
To do Thy great will,

And swift as the wind
About the world go;
All full of Thy Godhead
While earth lieth still,
They thunder, they lighten,
The waters o'erflow.

They thunder-their sound
It is CHRIST the LORD!
Then Satan doth fear,
His citadels fall!

As when the dread trumpets
Went forth at Thy word,
And one long blast shattered
The Canaanite's wall.

O loud be Thy trump,
And stirring the sound.
To rouse us, O Lord,

From sin's deadly sleep;
May lights which Thou kindlest
In darkness around,

The dull soul awaken

Her vigils to keep.