Jesu, Lord, all praise to Thee.
All glory be to Father, Son,
And Holy Spirit, Three in One,

Unto all eternity.

St. John the Evangelist's Day.

1.

The Lord Himself is the portion of mine inheritance and of my cup: Thou maintainest my lot. PSALM xvi.

Thou, whom before the rest,

The love of Jesus blest;
Thou darling of the Incarnate Deity,

Sharer of all his woes,

Friend of His dying throés,
Eye-witness of His awful sovereignty.

Too favour'd thou of Heav'n,

Oh thou to whom 'twas given To touch with mortal hand th' immortal Lord;

With mortal ear and eye

To hear and see him nigh, And hold high converse with th' eternal Word.

How mighty was the boon,

When oft to thee alone
Thy Lord in love His secret soul display'd, -

When on His mountain-throne

To thee reveal'd He shone,
Full God, full man in Deity array'd.

Thou, as on Jesus' breast

All peaceful thou dost rest, Drink'st of the living streams of Deity.

Whilst on thy cleansed sense

With silent influence
More closely steals His dread Divinity.

Oh cup too full, too high,

For poor mortality!
Thy raptur'd spirit fled its laggard clay.

Say,–when in calm repose

Thy tranced eye-lids close, To what bright dreams of Heav'n they waken, say.

Oh access dread, oh bliss

Of mutual love, ere this
To every soul in every age unknown!

When such the altar-fire,

That lights thy pure desire, What countless rays it scatters from its throne!

Hence art thou ever prov'd

Loving, and ever lov'd;
Hence thy bright brow, and virgin modesty ,

Hence all that heavenly beam,

That Angels might beseem,
Pour'd round thy head, a circling galaxy.

Hence o'er and o'er again

Thy thrice-repeated strain, Whate'er thou say'st, "'tis love, 'lis love requires."

Scarce doth the struggling soul

Her ecstacy control,
But bursts her bonds, and vents her holy fires.

Glory on high to Thee,

Holy, eternal Three,
Father and Son and Holy Spirit blest !

Lo, this the stedfast law,

The stedfast faith we draw,
From out Thy sacred fount by Heaven's own

hand express'd.

2.

And I saw another angel fly in the midst of Heaven, having the everlasting gospel to preach unto them that dwell on the earth, and to every nation, and kindred, and tongue, and people, saying with a loud voice, Fear God, and give glory to Him.-Rxv. xiv.

Oh, may my God, whom shade, and night,

And folded cloud
In viewless brightness rob’d, enshroud,
In mercy veil His fearful light,
Nor whelm His servant's trembling sight!

Belov'd of God, to thee 'twas given

Unscath'd to see
The blaze of present Deity ;
To see the veil in sunder riven,
And search the inmost court of Heaven.