Our LORD shall come, midst clouds of light,
As when He rose from mortal sight;
Whilst heaven's eternal vault shall ring,
With praise to our ascended KING.

Whitsuntide.

Come, HOLY GHOST, CREATOR, come,
And visit all the souls of Thine:
Thou hast inspir'd our hearts with life,
Inspire them now with life divine.

Thou art the Comforter, the gift
Of God most high; the fire of love,

The everlasting spring of joy,

And holy unction from above.

Thy gifts are manifold: Thou writ'st
GOD's law in every faithful heart;
The promise of the FATHER, Thou
Dost heavenly eloquence impart.

Enlighten our dark souls, till they

Thy love, Thy heavenly love, embrace;
And (since we are by nature frail)
Assist us by Thy saving grace.

Drive far from us the mortal foe,
And grant us to have peace within;
That, with Thy light and guidance blest,
We may escape the snares of sin.

Teach us the FATHER to confess,

And SON, who from the grave revived, And, with the FATHER and the SON,

Thee, HOLY GHOST, from both derived.

With Thee, O FATHER, therefore may

The SON, who was from death restored, And sacred Comforter, one God,

To endless ages be adored.

All Saints.

FATHER, Thy holy Name be blest,
For all Thy saints that are at rest—
The dead in CHRIST-We may not weep,
Our brethren are not dead, but sleep.

Their faith and patience we record,
And kneeling at Thine altar, LORD,
To raise our Eucharistic prayer,
A host unseen is with us there.

In one communion, we adore,

With worthies who have gone before, With saints, whose earthly course is run, With soldiers, who have fought and won,

Prophets and kings and men of might,
The warriors of the Christian fight,
The noble martyr host, who stood
Resisting fearless unto blood.

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We call to memory ancient days,
That witness our REDEEMER's praise;
And though our love be cold and faint,
We glory, in the name of saint;

For there is One in whom we claim,

A title to that holy name;

And members of our risen LORD,

We shall attain the saints' reward.

HYMNS

FOR

SPECIAL OCCASIONS.

Holy Baptism.

SUFFER the little ones to come
To Me, their SAVIOUR said,
And thither to their FATHER's home,
Our little ones are led.

There is that living stream of love,
Whose crystal waters flow,
Refreshing from their source above,
CHRIST's heritage below.

And buried in that sacred flood,

With Him who died to save;
They rise with Him to yield to GOD,
The new-born life He gave.

There, LORD-upon their infant brow

Was traced that holy sign;

A witness of their stedfast vow,

To be for ever Thine.

FATHER, we dedicate to Thee,
The children of Thy grace,
And ever may their portion be,
Within Thy holy place.

Confirmation.

FATHER, Thou sendest from above,

Upon Thy chosen race,

The blessed Spirit of Thy love,
The fulness of Thy grace.

The stream of life, that on our brow,
In infancy was shed,

In richer showers of blessing now,
Is poured upon our head.

Upon each manly forehead now,

Our FATHER's seal is set,

An ornament more glorious far,

Than regal coronet.

Soldiers of CHRIST, our Captain's voice

Has called us to the fight,

To ratify our infant vows

And battle in His might.

Though hard the conflict, let us stand,
And let our hands be strong,
Soon our victorious hosts shall raise

Their Hallelujah song.