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TWENTY-FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER
To conquer and to save, the Son of God
The grave unbolted half his grisly door,
FOR ST JAMES' DAY.
THOUGH sorrows rise and dangers roll
0, captain of God's host, whose dreadful might Led forth to war the armed Seraphim,
And from the starry height,
Subdued in burning fight, Cast down that ancient dragon, dark and grim.
Thine angels, Christ, we laud in solemn lays, Our elder brethren of the crystal sky,
Who, 'mid thy glory's blaze,
The ceaseless anthem raise,
We celebrate their love, whose viewless wing Hath left for us so ost their mansion high,
The mercies of their king,
To mortal saints to bring,
But thee, the first and last, we glorify, Who, when thy world was sunk in death and sin,
Not with thine hierarchy,
The armies of the sky,
Alone didst pass the dark and dismal shore, Alone didst tread the wine-press, and alone,
All glorious in thy gore,
Didst light and life restore,
Therefore, with angels and archangels, we To thy dear love our thankful chorus raise,
And tune our songs to thee
Who art, and ought to be, And, endless as thy mercies, sound thy praise.
IN TIMES OF DISTRESS AND DANGER.
O God, that madest earth and sky, the darkness
and the day, Give ear to this thy family, and help us when we
pray. For wide the waves of bitterness around our ves
And heavy grows the pilot's heart to view the
The cross our master bore for us, for him we fain
would bear, But mortal strength to weakness turns, and cour
age to despair. Then mercy on our failings, Lord, our sinking
faith renew, And when thy sorrows visit us, O send thy pa