All glory to Thee Who art hid from sight, The vast infinite; As One, and yet Three, "O worship the LORD in the beauty of holiness, let the whole earth stand in awe of Him. Tell it out among the heathen that the LORD is King." 157. YE captains of a Heavenly host, Ye princes of a Heavenly hall, Lights rising o'er a wintry night Captains-but not of spear and shield, No arms of eloquence to wield, Nought but the lowly cross of shame. The chain is riven, and broke the rod, To distant lands His heralds fleet, By God's mysterious presence led; How beauteous are their passing feet, Like morn upon the mountains spread. TO FATHER, SON, and HOLY GHOST, Commemoration of Evangelists. "Behold upon the mountains the feet of him that bringeth good tidings, that publisheth peace." 158. CHRIST's everlasting messengers, The things discerned by seers of old The things which God as man hath borne, Though far in space and time apart, And we in those blest characters Glory to GoD, the Three in One! Who from our darkness callest us Thy wondrous light to see. Commemoration of Apostles and Evangelists in the Paschal Season. "And ye now therefore have sorrow: but I will see you again, and your heart shall rejoice, and your joy no man taketh from you." 59. THE Apostles wept with hearts forlorn The Bridegroom to the burial borne, Whom with that death of blood and pain His servants' wicked hands had slain. Yet had the weeping Marys heard E'en now as fast they bear along Swift to the Galilæan height O, JESU blest, to every breast Unceasing Paschal gladness be; From blasting breath of sin and death The new-born sons of life set free. FATHER, to Thee all glory be, And SON, Who from the dead art raised, And SPIRIT blest, with Both confest, One GOD, through endless ages praised. "And with great power gave the Apostles witness of the resurrection of the LORD JESUS: and great peace was upon them all.” 160. Now daily shines the sun more fair, Recalling that blest time, When CHRIST on His Apostles shone, In radiant light sublime. They in His Body see His Wounds O CHRIST! Thou King most merciful! So may we with due songs of praise |