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SECOND SUNDAY IN ADVENT.
IN the sun and moon and stars
Signs and wonders there shall be ; Earth shall quake with inward wars, Nations with perplexity.
Soon shall ocean's hoary deep,
Tossed with stronger tempests, rise; Darker storms the mountain sweep, Redder lightning rend the skies.
Evil thoughts shall shake the proud,
Shall the Judge of men appear.
But though from that awful face Heaven shall fade and earth shall fly,
Fear not ye, his chosen race,
Your redemption draweth nigh.
THIRD SUNDAY IN ADVENT.
O, Savicur, is thy promise fled?
No longer might thy grace endure,
In darkness and in doubt we roam,
A dawning to thy brighter day:
So now may grace with heavenly shower
THE FOURTH SUNDAY IN ADVENT.
THE world is grown old, and her pleasures are past;
The world is grown old, and her form may not
The world is grown old, and trembles for fear;
The sun in the heaven is languid and pale;
The king on his throne, the bride in her bower,
The world is grown old,-but should we complain,
Who have tried her and know that her promise is vain?
Our heart is in heaven, our home is not here,
And we look for our crown when judgment is
O, Saviour, whom this holy morn
Incarnate Word, by every grief,
If gaily clothed and proudly fed,
If pressed by poverty severe,
Through fickle fortune's various scene From sin preserve us free;
Like us thou hast a mourner been,
May we rejoice with thee.
ST STEPHEN'S DAY.
THE Son of God goes forth to war,
Who best can drink his cup of wo,
Who patient bears his cross below,
The martyr first, whose eagle eye
Who saw his Master in the sky,
He prayed for them that did the wrong.
A glorious band, the chosen few,
Twelve valiant saints, their hope they knew,