Wonderful, Counsellor,

LORD GOD of Hosts;
The FATHER Eternal,

The Monarch Who boasts

A Kingdom of peace. Amen.

St. Philip and St. James's Day. 75. NOW the hour is drawing near

Which your Master shall remove;

Little children, do not fear,

He shall not forego His Love;
With the banner'd Cross unfurl'd,
Fear no tumults of the world.

When He wills, the parting storm
Shall a starry sky disclose;
Thence shall stoop joy's deathless form,
Smiling on your vanish'd woes;
While the world's brief pleasures flow
To the sea of endless woe.

He, Who as a brother died,

And in the cold grave below
Laid Him by His brethren's side,
He shall hence before you go,
And take you with Him to dwell
In GODHEAD Unapproachable.

May we here, LORD, die with Thee,
And with Thy true Wisdom wise,

Put on Immortality,

Having treasure in the skies,
Where all things with one accord,
Sing the Triune Holy LORD. Amen.

St. Barnabas the Apostle.

76. CROM

ROWN'D with immortal Jubilee
His soul this day set free,

To the calm Heavens from earth did pass,
The holy Barnabas.

'Mid fasting, prayer, and holy hands,
Lo! 'mid the saints he stands,
The SPIRIT'S high behest to bear,
CHRIST'S Heaven-sent messenger.

To what barbaric shores away
Did he that light convey,
When boldly from his race he turn'd,
Who Faith's glad message spurn'd?

LORD, when to us, an offer'd guest,
Shall come that SPIRIT Blest,
Let not our hearts Heaven's bounty slight,
Deeming their darkness light!

All glory and all praise to Thee,

Thrice Holy TRINITY,

Who hast disclosed in this our night,

Thine everlasting Light! Amen.

I

St. John Baptist's Day.

77. Where he hath hid so long, LOW

O! from the desert homes,

The new Elias comes,

In sternest wisdom strong;

The voice that cries of CHRIST from high,
And judgment nigh from opening skies.

"Your GOD e'en now doth stand
Within Heaven's opening door,
His fan is in His hand,

And He will purge His floor:

The wheat He claims, and with Him stows,
The chaff He throws to quenchless flames.

"Ye haughty mountains, bow

Your sky-aspiring heads;
Ye valleys, hiding low,

Lift up your gentle meads,

Make His way plain your King before,

For evermore He comes to reign."

May Thy dread voice around,
Thou harbinger of Light,
On our dull ears still sound,

Lest here we sleep in night,

Till judgment come, and on our path
Shall burst the wrath, and deathless doom.

O GOD, with Love's sweet might,
Who dost anoint and arm
CHRIST'S soldier for the fight

With spells that shield from harm, Thrice Blessed THREE, Heaven's endless day's Shall sing Thy praise eternally. Amen.

78.

St. Peter's Day.

YREATOR of the rolling flood,

On Whom Thy people hope alone,
Who cam'st by Water and by Blood,
For man's offences to atone :

Who from the labours of the deep
Did'st set Thy servant Peter free;
To feed on earth Thy chosen sheep,
And build a glorious Church for Thee:

Grant us, devoid of worldly care,
And leaning on Thy bounteous hand,
To seek Thy help in humble prayer,
And on Thy sacred Rock to stand.

And when, our live-long toil to crown,
Thy call shall set the spirit free,
To cast with joy our burden down,
And rise, O LORD, and follow Thee.

Amen.

79.

W

St. Michael and all Angels.

HERE the Angelic hosts adore Thee,
Thou o'er earth and Heaven dost reign,

At Thy word they rose before Thee,
And Thy breath doth them sustain.
From high Angels Thee attending,
Thou dost faithful Guardians send;
In mysterious ways descending,
May they keep us to the end-
Keep us, else, with wiles deceiving,
The persuader of all ill,

Round his deadly meshes weaving,
The lost soul will rend and kill.

All creation bows before Thee,
FATHER, SON, and HOLY GHOST;
Highest Angels that adore Thee,
Succour and sustain the lost. Amen.

Introit.

80. TARS of the morning,

STA

Gloriously bright,

Fill'd with celestial

Virtue and light,

These that, where night never

Followeth day,

Raise the Thrice Holy

Ever and aye.