Great FATHER, SON, SPIRIT,

The Ancient of days,

May we Thee inherit,

And sing of Thy praise.

"Have not I commanded thee? be strong and of a good courage: be not afraid, neither be thou dismayed, for the LORD thy GOD is with thee whithersoever thou goest."

164. SING We the Martyrs blest,

Their blood for JESUS poured;

Sing we their glorious victories,
And infinite reward.

Treading the world beneath,
Spurning the body's pain,

'Twas theirs, in martyrdom's brief space
Eternal joys to gain.

To raging flames consigned,

And ruthless beasts a prey;
Their sacred flesh, by savage hooks,

Torn piece by piece away.

With racking anguish worn,
Unmoved they still endure;
Unmoved continue, in the grace
Of endless life secure.

Y

SAVIOUR! to us vouchsafe,

Of Thy dear clemency,

A portion with Thy Martyr Saints, Through all eternity.

Commemoration of Bishops.

"Feed the flock of GOD which is among you, taking the oversight thereof not by constraint but willingly: not for filthy lucre, but of a ready mind: neither as being lords over God's heritage, but being ensamples to the flock."

165. JESU! Who didst Thy pastor crown,
And send on him Thy blessing down,
Hear us, we pray!

Thou art Thyself the Diadem,
Radiant with many a living gem
And heavenly ray.

Proof of his love, and pledge of Thine,
He bears the mission from Thy shrine,
Thy staff to hold;-

The charge of Thine own ransomed sheep
Which Thee the FATHER gave to keep,-
And guard Thy fold.

He knows them all, of them is known,
He knows and goes before his own,
By stream and rock,

To lead, and sheltered pastures give;
They hear, they follow, and they live,
A gentle flock.

When one hath wandered from his sight,
He seeketh it, both day and night
The mountains round;

And joy repayeth all his fears,

When to the fold he homewards bears
The lost and found.

The roaring beasts he sets afar,

And wolves, that with more treacherous war,
Come prowling nigh;

Their guileful arts he knows full well—
Ready with his dear flock to dwell,
For them to die.

Oft as the unbloody Sacrifice
He offers up, of countless price,
And shares the feast;

Himself he on the altar lays,

And his own flock, with prayer and praise, A holy Priest.

All praise to Thee, the Priest Supreme,
Through Whom alone all blessings stream,
The Eternal SON;

And may Thy ransomed heritage
Thy glory sing from age to age,
GOD, Three in One.

"Who is a faithful and wise servant whom his LORD hath made ruler over His household, to give them meat in due season? Blessed is that servant whom his LORD when He cometh shall find so doing."

166. CHRIST, by Thy FATHER's high decree, Seal'd the great Priest to be,

Who choosest Thine own ministry,
And formest them to Thee :

Where shall we find a faithful breast,
Meet for Thy high behest?
Fit worldly meed by worth to claim,
A lov'd and honour'd name:

Yet loath and weeping doth he stand,
Led by Thy guiding hand,

To take from Thee the pastor's crown,
And terrible renown,

Well taught the dangers that surround
That high and heavenly ground,
Beneath the absorbing cares to groan,
Of all men but his own.

By fervent love unquiet made,

On every need of aid,

To his dear flock he instant flies

On wings of charities;