These are Thy Counsellors;
These dost Thou own,
LORD GOD of Sabaoth!

Nearest Thy Throne;
These are Thy Ministers,

These dost Thou send,

Help of the helpless ones!
Man to defend.

These keep the guard, amidst

Salem's dear bowers;

Thrones, Dominations,

Virtues, and Powers:

Where with the Living Ones,

Mystical Four,

Cherubim, Seraphim,

Bow and adore.

Then, when the earth was first
Poised in mid space,-
Then, when the planets first

Sped on their race,-
Then, when were ended the
Six days' employ,

Then all the Sons of GOD

Shouted for joy.

Still let them succour us;
Still let them fight,
LORD of Angelic hosts,
Battling for right!

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Till, where their anthems they
Ceaselessly pour,

We with the Angels may,
Bow and adore!

SPOUS

Amen.

All Saints' Day.

POUSE of CHRIST, in arms contending
O'er each clime beneath the sun,

Blend with prayers for help ascending
Notes of praise for triumphs won.

Seers in long procession wending,
Patriarchs-a band divine;
John in desert, witness lending,
More than Prophet, Voice sublime.

Prelates, Doctors, Virgins, Matrons,
Martyrs and Confessors bold;
Mary, too, the ever-blessed,

Saints with virtues manifold.

Saints of Heaven, ye happy Spirits,
Whom your GOD Himself doth bless,
One with you in high communion,
Share we in your blessedness.

Drink we of the living Fountain,
In the Church pour'd largely forth;
Live we in a home of quiet

All our days upon the earth.

Thus in noliness of service

Serve we GOD, His children true, Here His servants, and hereafter Dwellers in His Light with you.

82.

Introit.

HEAVENLY Jerusalem
Of everlasting halls,

Thrice blessed are the people
Thou storest in thy walls!

Amen.

Thou art the golden Mansion,
Where Saints for ever sing:
The Seat of GOD's own chosen,
The Palace of the King.

There GOD for ever sitteth,
Himself of all the Crown;
The Lamb, the Light that shineth,
And never goeth down.

Nought to this Seat approacheth,
Their sweet peace to molest;
They sing their GOD for ever,
Nor day nor night they rest.

Sure Hope doth thither lead us;
Our longings thither tend;
No short-lived toil shall daunt us
For joys that cannot end.

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TO CHRIST the Sun that lightens
His Church, above, below;
TO FATHER and to SPIRIT

All things created bow. Amen.

The Octabe-Day.

O more to sigh, no more to weep, The faithful dead in JESUS sleep: Unfading let their memory bloom, While rest their bodies in the tomb; Nor will their LORD the love distrust That strews its garlands o'er their dust.

Though in the grave their clay is cold,
They have not left the Christian Fold,
Still we are sharers of their joy,
Companions of their blest employ;
And Thee in them, O LORD Most High,
And them in Thee, we magnify.

An Angel sings that they are blest,
Yea, saith the SPIRIT, Sweet their rest;
In bowers of Paradise they meet,
Secure beneath their SAVIOUR'S Feet;
Nor fear the Trump that soon shall all
Before the Throne of Judgment call.

In evil days, when earth is old,
And Faith grows dim, and Love is cold,

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Let Christian footsteps softly tread
Where lie beneath the faithful dead;
And oft let Faith and Love repair,

To gather light and kindling there. Amen.

84.

Saint Mary Magdalen's Day.

AD 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 For Immortality.