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FEAST OF THE DEDICATION OF A CHURCH.
For guilty souls that pine
Sure mercies here abound,
And healing grace, with oil and wine,
For every secret wound.
Yea, God, enthroned most high,
Here also dwells to bless,
Here trains the souls that contrite sigh
His mansions to possess.
No wintry storm nor shower
Shall harm this holy home,
Nor, worse than they, the evil power
Which dwells within the gloom.
All might, all praise be Thine,
The God whom all adore ;
The FATHER, Son, and SPIRIT Divine,
Both now and evermore.
“The SPIRIT Itself helpeth our infirmities." 172. HOLY SPIRIT, LORD of Light, From Thy heavenly dwelling bright
Thy pure beaming radiance give:
Come, T'hou Father of the poor,
Come, with treasures which endure,
Come, Thou Light of all that live.
Light Immortal, Light Divine,
Visit Thou these hearts of Thine,
And our inmost being fill :
If Thou take Thy grace away,
Nothing pure in man will stay;
All his good is turned to ill.
Heal our wounds, our strength renew;
On our dryness pour Thy dew;
Wash the stains of guilt away:
Bend the stubborn heart and will;
Melt the frozen, warm the chill;
Guide the steps that go astray.
Thou, on those who evermore
Thee confess and Thee adore,
In Thy sevenfold gifts descend :
Give them comfort when they die :
Give them life with Thee on high;
Give them joys which never end.
“They that sow in tears shall reap in joy." 173. BRIEF life is here our portion,
Brief sorrow, short-lived care :
The life that knows no ending,
The tearless life, is there.
O happy retribution,
Short toil, eternal rest!
For mortals and for sinners
A mansion with the Blest!
And now we fight the battle,
And then we wear the crown
Of full and everlasting
And passionless renown:
Midst power that knows no limit,
And wisdom free from bound,
The beatific vision
Shall glad the saints around :
There God our King and Portion,
In fulness of His grace,
Shall we behold for ever,
And worship face to face.
“ He appeared first to Mary Magdalene." 174. Sad Mary feels in her own breast,
Her Master's bleeding wounds;
Love stronger burns by griefs opprest,
And now with tears abounds.
No raging crowds her spirit meek,
No deeds of blood appal;
Mid soldiers fierce she dares to seek
A hated Criminal.
Ah, Mary, thou dost little know,
What good doth thee surround,
Seeking the dead, while death e'en now
Receives his mortal wound,
He Whom thou lovest, thee shall claim
Aroused from death's cold sleep,
Thee first He calls, thee by thy name,
And bids thee not to weep.
O might I touch Thy sacred feet,
Adoring, cling to Thee !
Nay, raise thy thoughts to joys more meet
The promises are fully wrought,
First of Apostles thou;
Sent to Apostles, by thee taught
The tidings glad to know.
All love and glory be to Thee,
The FATHER, SPIRIT, Son,
Co-equal, Co-eternal Three,
Thrice blessed Holy One.
“He was transfigured before them.” 175. How tenderly, how patiently,
JESU, Thou winnest souls to Thee,
Now for our sakes as God revealed,
Now in deep lowliness concealed.
By the same voice which JESUS owns,
We too are all adopted sons ;
The glory, which in Him we see,
Is pledged to us eternally.
What hear we from the cloud above ?
What on the mount doth JESUS
Shadows and types were past and gone,
The truth itself remained alone.
Obedient to the FATHER's will,
The world's atonement to fulfil,
Once more He lays His glory by,
Returning to mortality.
O CHRIST, Whom now on earth we see
Through faith's dark glass imperfectly,
Grant us, when freed from earth's alloy,
To see Thee face to face with joy.
Above the starry spheres
Again the circling seasons tell
Alleluia ! best and sweetest
All praise to Thee, my God, this night
And now, O God, Thy Mind resolves
And now the day is past and gone
And now Thy labours, LORD, are done
And now with shades of night opprest
An exile for the Faith
Angels, lament, behold your God
Angels come, on joyous pinion
As wolves attack their helpless prey
Author of lost man's salvation
Awake, my soul, and with the sun
Be not afraid, ye little flock
Blest SAVIOUR, now Thy work is done
Blessed City, heavenly Salem
Brief life is here our portion
By the Cross, sad vigil keeping
Cast out from Eden's happy home
Cease, weary mortals, cease to sigh
Children of men, this day we sing
CHRIST! in highest Heaven enthroned
CHRIST's everlasting messengers
CHRIST, by Thy FATHER's high decree
Come, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire.
Come, Holy Ghost, Who ever One
Come let us praise the Name of God
Creator, great and good
Creator of the starry height
Day of wrath! o day of mourning
FATHER of all, to Thee we raise
Fear no more for the torturer's hand
From far sunrise at early morn
'Gainst what foemen art thou rushing
Glory of the Heavens Supernal
God, of all the Strength and Stay
Great God! what do I see and hear
Great Mover of all hearts, Whose hand