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Hymns & Verses

By
Louis F. Benson



Philadelphia
The Westminster Press

MDCCCXCVII



UNIX. QE .CALIF. LIBRARY, LOS ANGELES



Copyright, 1897
By Louis F. Benson



To
C. P. B.

Take my book, my lady,

In your gracious band :
But a look, my lady,
As you turn its pages over ;
And a smile to tell your lover

That you care and understand !
Take your book, my lady ;
May I kiss your hand ?

Take my heart, my lady ;
Let me keep your hand :
From the start, my lady,
It has always been June weather
As we came this way together

In the light that filled the land.
Keep my heart, my lady ;
May I keep your hand ?



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Contents

HYMNS

HAPPY TOWN OF SALEM P&g* I I

A MORNING HYMN OF PRAISE 14

AT LAUDS 16

BEYOND LIFE'S EVENING STAR 18

THE LAW OF GOD 20

THE LORD OF GLORY 22

A MORNING HYMN 24

A COMMUNION HYMN 26

A HYMN OF FAITH 28

IN His PRESENCE 30

CHRIST AND His CHURCH 32

BEFORE THE CROSS 34

A COLLEGE HYMN 36

"Ir is FINISHED!" 38

THE SUMMONS OF THE SEA 40

WHEN WE CAME BACK TO LOVE 42

AT THE INSTALLATION OF A PASTOR 44

AT THE OPENING OF SERVICE 46

OFFERTORY 48

AT THE CLOSE OF SERVICE 49
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Contents
HYMNS FROM THE LATIN

O LUCE QUI MORTALIBUS P*gt 53

O CHRISTE, QUI NOSTER FOLI 56

CRUX AVE BENEDICTA ! 58

NOBIS, OLYMPO REDDITUS 60

TER SANCTE, TER POTENS DEUS 6z

NlL LAUDIBUS NOSTRIS EGES 64

O PATER SANCTE MITIS ATQUE PIE 66

DEUS, PATER INGENITE 68

SALVATOR MUNDI, DOMINE 70

VERSES

THE BELLS OF CHRIST CHURCH 75

LITTLE FOOT ON THE FENDER 77

THE LAST HILL 78

ON LAKE GEORGE 81

MY FATHER'S HOUSE 82
"AND THERE SHALL BE No NIGHT THERE" 84

AN AUCTION 86

AN AFTERNOON IN NOVEMBER 88

THE PRAISE OF PENN 90

MEMORY 93

FAMILIAR Music 94
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Contents

THE OLD LOVES AND THE NEW Page 96

A NOONING 98

TO-MORROW 99

THE TEMPLE OF THE NEW JERUSALEM 100

SONNETS

BRYANT 107

A DEDICATION 108

LONELINESS 109

THE UNCHANGEABLE no

CEDARS BY MOONLIGHT 1 1 1

OF THEM THAT SLEEP 112



THE MARCH OF BRADDOCK 115



Hymns



HAPPY TOWN OF SALEM

" Urbs beat a Jerusalem
Dicta fads visio. ' '



HAPPY town of Salem,
Set on Zion's hill !
Happy hearts of pilgrims,

Could they see it still !
He that follows Jesus,

He that dares the right,
Sees the lights of Salem
Gleam across the night.

ii
Happy town of Salem,

With the jasper wall !
In its many mansions

There is room for all.
" Come to Me," says Jesus,

" I will give you rest ;"
And the town of Salem

Gathers all the blest.



Happy Town of Salem
HI

Happy town of Salem !

Happy little feet
Of the children playing

In the golden street !
" Let them come," says Jesus,

" And forbid them not ;"
But the proud in Salem

Have no part nor lot.



Happy town of Salem,

With its open gates !
Happy are the pilgrims

Whom a welcome waits !
In the Name of Jesus

They an entrance claim,
And the guards of Salem

Answer, "In His Name."



Happy town of Salem,
Vision true of peace,

Seen above earth's strivings,
Steadfast when they cease !



Happy Town of Salem

" Take thy cross," says Jesus ;

And the narrow way
Brings the feet to Salem

At the break of day.



A MORNING HYMN OF PRAISE



THE sun is on the land and sea,
The day begun ;
Our morning hymn begins with Thee,

Blest Three-in-One :
Our praise shall rise continuously
Till day is done.



Thy love was ever in our view,

Like stars, by night ;
Thy gifts are every morning new,

O God of light ;
Thy mercy, like the heavens' blue,

Fills all our sight.

in

We do not know what grief or care
The day may bring :
H



A Morning Hymn of Praise

The heart shall find some gladness there

That loves its King ;
The life that serves Thee everywhere

Can always sing.



All glory to the Father be,
With Christ the Son,

And, Holy Spirit, unto Thee,
Forever One ;

All glory to the Trinity
While ages run.



AT LAUDS



OUR King's own child, the morning,
Uplifts its golden head ;
The gems its crown adorning
Are pearls and rubies red :
And fleecy stuffs in cloudland made
Are on its shoulders lightly laid.



Our King's best gift, the morning,

Lies lavish o'er the land,
But shrinks within the scorning

Of an unwilling hand.
Lord, make us wise the best to choose,
And to Thy praise Thy gifts to use.

in

The royal lights of morning,
How quickly paled and gray !
16



At Lauds

And falls, with scarce a warning,

The light of common day :
Perchance the common day may be
The golden opportunity.

IV

To God, the light's Creator,

To Christ, the Light of Light,
To God, Illuminator,

Be praise from dawn to night.
To God, enthroned above the skies,
Our morning song shall ever rise.



BEYOND LIFE'S EVENING STAR



GOOD Shepherd! Theirs, who heard Thy
call;

Content to walk with Thee,
While sunlight stays, when shadows fall,
And then we could not see
Beyond life's evening star,

Into the paling west,
Where they who followed far
Have ended now their quest.

ii

Good Shepherd ! Ours, with feet less bold

To choose the way they took ;
Half longing for that distant fold,
And half afraid to look

Beyond life's evening star,

Beyond the things that seem,
Nor shade nor sunlight are,
The twilight and the dream !
ll



Beyond Life's Evening Star



Good Shepherd ! When we leave Thy side

In doubtful dreams to stray,
Our wayward eyes refuse their Guide,
Who only knows the way

Beyond life's evening star

And through the paling west,
Where they who follow far
Are with Thee still in rest.



THE LAW OF GOD



r I A HY laws, O God, forever steadfast stand
1 Till all shall be fulfilled ;
The sceptre is not fallen from Thy hand,
Nor Sinai's trumpet stilled.



O Thou whose voice proclaims Thy changeless will,

Imperial as Thy grace,
Who shall ascend unto Thy holy hill,

And stand before Thy face ?



No strength of soul can that clear height attain,

Nor pride for sin atone ;
And sacrifice uplifts its hands in vain

To plead at Mercy's throne.



The Law of God



But he whose hands, O Christ, are brotherly,

And, like Thine own, are just ;
Whose feet through lowly ways have walked with
Thee

In humble, child-like trust ;



He shall ascend unto Thy holy hill,

And dwell with Thee above ;
For, though Thy statutes are imperious still,

Thy law, O God, is love.



THE LORD OF GLORY



A GLORY lit the wintry sky
Before the break of day,
And in a little house near by
The Lord of Glory lay :

Angels of peace the tidings bring,
Angels of Jesus sing.

ii

Our common ways with anxious feet

The Lord of Glory trod,
But met not one in lane or street
That knew the Son of God :

Angels of peace their greetings bring,
Angels that may not sing.



" I come to bring the weary rest,"
The Lord of Glory said,



The Lord of Glory

Yet found no place to east or west
Where He might lay His head :

Angels of peace above Him still,
Angels await His will.

IV

And when they led Him forth to die,

Around His cross of shame
The men He came to save stood by
And mocked their Saviour's Name :

Angels of peace their stations keep,
Angels of sorrow weep.



O Son of Man whom angels know !

O heart of man, how cold,
How dull to see, to praise how slow,
Now as in days of old !

Angels of peace their hymns upraise,
Angels of glory praise.



A MORNING HYMN



WHEN I awake from slumber
To greet the golden day,
Then teach me, Lord, to number
Its hours in wisdom's way.



When clouds at dawn are gleaming,
Lift up mine answering eyes

To where Thy light is streaming
On faith's high enterprise.



Whither I hear Thee calling,
Lord, give me grace to run ;

Keep Thou my feet from falling
Until Thy will is done.



A Morning Hymn



IV



Whene'er the heart grows weary,
And every goal seems far,

Reveal Thyself as near me
As life and duty are.



And when the light is fading,
If dreams have not come true,

Yet may Thy peace pervading
Be breathed the twilight through.



When day at last is ended,
And shadows are grown deep,

By Thy kind arms defended,
Lord, lay me down to sleep.



A COMMUNION HYMN



LO ! Thou art with us, Lord,
Now, always, to the end.
Why stand we gazing heavenward
To find Thee, nearest Friend ?



Lo ! Thou art with us, Lord ;

Of every heart the Guest,
The Bond which binds in sweet accord

All hearts that in Thee rest.



HI

Lo ! Thou art with us, Lord ;

Of Thine own House the Head,
Thou sittest at the holy board

To bless the broken bread.
26



A Communion Hymn



IV



Lo ! Thou art with us, Lord,
Who still Thyself dost give;

Thy life the cup which is outpoured,
The bread by which we live.



Lo ! Thou art with us, Lord,
Whom Thou hast never failed ;

Here where Thy presence is adored,
Thy face but thinly veiled.



A HYMN OF FAITH



WE would not climb with earth-bound feet
High airy ways untrod,
Where angels, hither coming, meet

Those going back to God :
We would not strain our wearied eyes

To see the paths they took,
Nor blind them in the light that lies
Where angels fear to look.



We have not sought with human span

To measure ways like Thine,
Nor dreamed, O God, that mortal man

Could think Thy thoughts Divine :
In vain our futile patience waits

Till knowledge turns the key
That opens wide the sealed gates

Of Thine infinity.

28



A Hymn of Faith



And yet, as high as faith may go,

As far as knowledge see,
The heart would seek its Lord to know,

The mind discover Thee :
Would know Thee, unto truth drawn nigh

By loving what is true ;
Would see Thee, as the climber's eye

Anticipates the view.



We rest upon Thy fatherhood,

While, round and overhead,
Thy being's boundless amplitude

Like seas and sky is spread.
Oh, better than in vain to try

To plumb th' unsounded sea,
Or win the secrets of the sky,

It is to rest in Thee.



IN HIS PRESENCE



ALL life is in Thy presence, Lord ;
Our deeds are in Thy sight ;
Thine eyes behold, Thy hands record
Our very thoughts by night.



All life is in Thy presence, Lord ;

And, hallowed by Thy smile,
Its humblest tasks great hopes afford,

Its failures seem worth while.

HI

All life is in Thy presence, Lord ;

And most that life is blest
Which finds Thy favor its reward,

And Thy protection rest.
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In His Presence



IV



All life is in Thy presence, Lord ;

Content to dwell with Thee
When by Thy fellowship restored

To peace and purity.



All life is in Thy presence, Lord ;

By all things, great and small,
Be Thy blest Name Triune adored,

Who art the All-in-all.



CHRIST AND HIS CHURCH



eyes sought out Thine own,
Thy voice said, " Follow Me j"

To simple hearts of Galilee
Thy light and love were shown.
O Jesus, we are Thine,

Thou callest us to-day ;
Thy light and love still steadfast shine
To guide Thy Church's way.



Thine eyes among Thy flock
For living faith made search ;
Thy voice exulting said, " My Church
I build upon this rock."

O Jesus, guard it well,

Lest faith and courage fail ;
Thou wilt not let the gates of hell
Against Thy Church prevail.
31



Christ and His Church



Thine eyes saw, full in view,
Thy cross stand just ahead ;
Thy voice to Thine eleven said,
" My peace I leave with you."
O Jesus, at Thy side

All strife and discord cease ;
And where her Lord was crucified
Thy Church shall find her peace.



IV



Thine eyes far glories fill,
Thy love does not forget ;
Thy voice, where doubting hearts were met,
Said, " I am with you still."
O Jesus, only Thou,

Uplifted from the dead
And throned in highest Heaven now,
Shalt be Thy Church's Head.



33



BEFORE THE CROSS



HEAVENLY love that was so high,
So lowly now for love of me !
The Son of God hath stooped to die
The death of shame upon the tree.
For me the Lord that loved me died ;
The Son of God is crucified.



The Son of God, the Lord of Life ;

That royal head uncrowned for me !
The Prince of Peace amid the strife ;

His lifted cross my victory !
Here weep, my sin ; here kneel, my pride ;
The Son of God is crucified.

in

Is crucified ! Those hands impaled
The sins of other hands to bear ;
34



Before the Cross

Those feet, for feet that wandered, nailed ;

For my transgressions wounded there.
For me the Lord that loved me died ;
The Son of God is crucified.

IV

Before His cross the heart is hushed,
The eyes that see their Lord grow dim ;

And all the works of pride lie crushed
Beneath the weight it laid on Him.

No thought, no prayer, no plea, beside

" The Son of God is crucified."



35



A COLLEGE HYMN



O CHRIST, who didst our tasks fulfil,
Didst share the hopes of youth,
Our Teacher and our Brother still,
Now lead us into truth.



The call is Thine : be Thou the Way,
And Thine the hearts that guide ;

Let wisdom broaden with the day,
Let human faith abide.



Who learns of Thee the truth shall find,
Who follows, wins the goal ;

With reverence crown the earnest mind,
And speak within the soul.
36



A College Hymn



Waken the purpose high which strives,

And, falling, stands again ;
Confirm the will of eager lives

To quit themselves like men :



Thy life the bond of fellowship,
Thy love the law that rules,

Thy Name, proclaimed by every lip,
The Master of our schools.



37



"IT IS FINISHED!"



"TT is finished!" Jesus cries,

J. As upon the cross He dies.
" It is finished !" says the Son,
For the Father's will is done.



" It is finished !" Long ago
Prophets saw Messiah's woe :
Now their visions are fulfilled,
And the Sufferer's heart is stilled.



" It is finished !" every throe
Human strength may undergo,
From the infant's cry for breath
To the bitter sting of death.
38



" It is Finished !"



IV



" It is finished !" the long way
Through the gloom to break of day ;
And the path of sacrifice
Leads at last to Paradise.



" It is finished !" Jesus, rest
With the weary and oppressed,
Till the life Thou hast laid down
Shall arise to take its crown.



" It is finished !" Christ, in Thee
Faith shall claim the victory,
By the deeds that Thou hast done
In the battle Thou hast won.



39



THE SUMMONS OF THE SEA



WHY linger yet upon the sand ?
Why hug the sheltered lee ?
O heart of mine, wouldst thou withstand
The summons of the sea ?



What wider ways that God has planned

Bode ill, my life, to thee,
If in the hollow of His hand

He holds the unknown sea ?



Why dream of breakers on the shore,
Or reefs thou canst not see ?

O life of mine, what needst thou more,
If Christ thy Pilot be ?
40



The Summons of the Sea



What woe to thee in wind or tide ?

My heart, why frightened be
Aboard life's sinking ship, beside

The One who walks the sea ?



WHEN WE CAME BACK TO
LOVE



OUR wilful hearts have gone astray ;
Our feet have wandered far away ;
O God, remember not the day

When we forsook Thy love.



O patient Eyes that saw us go !

O careless hearts to grieve Him so !

O feet so swift to leave, so slow

When we came back to Love !



We followed far the wayward will ;
Our eyes turned home from every hill ;
They found Thee waiting, watching still
When we came back to Love.
42



When We Came Back to Love



IV



We found no home to east or west ;
We bore no peace within the breast,
Until once more we were at rest

When we came back to Love.



" Our Father !" Hallowed be the Name
That all within Thy house proclaim ;
Their prayer and ours at last the same,
Thy will be done, O Love.



43



AT THE INSTALLATION OF
A PASTOR



RISEN Christ, who from Thy throne
Dost rule Thy Church, and hear Thine own,
Now seal by Thine almighty power
The covenants of this sacred hour.



Weave Thou Thy life through these new ties
The light of love that round Thee lies
Circle the shepherd and the sheep,
And all our lives in safety keep.



The shepherd's Shepherd only Thou
Canst be : O Christ, walk with him now ;
While our weak hands reach up to Thine,
To strengthen his with might Divine.
44



At the Installation of a Pastor



Thou in whose love Thy Church is blest,
Thy Name alone be here confessed,
By holy lives be glorified,
While here Thy peace shall still abide.



45



AT THE OPENING OF
SERVICE



T^ATHER, once more within Thy Holy Place
J_ We bring the sins which, kneeling, we confess ;
Not worthy yet to look upon Thy face,

Yet loath to rise until Thy hand doth bless.



Father, once more within Thy House of Hope
We turn from sin to find a glad release :

In Thy forgiveness there is strength to cope
With all that robs the spirit of Thy peace.

in

Father, once more within Thy House of Prayer
We kneel before Thee at the open way ;

And, leaving both our hopes and burdens there,
We wait till Thou shalt teach us how to pray.
46



At the Opening of Service

IV

Father, once more within Thy House of Praise
We bring our gifts to Thee from whom they
came ;

We lift our hearts and our hosannas raise

To welcome Him who cometh in Thy Name.



47



OFFERTORY



WE can but give Thee what is Thine,
For we have naught beside :
Accept from us, O Love Divine,
The gifts Thou dost provide.



To whom, O Saviour, but to Thee,

Must cloistered pity go
To find the wells of charity,

Since Thou hast loved us so ?



in

O Holy Spirit, Thou best Gift
Sent down from Heaven above,

May Thy sweet inspirations lift
Our lives to deeds of love.



48



AT THE CLOSE OF SERVICE



O



HOLY One,

Our prayers are done,
And with Thy blessing may our worship cease.

To all that waits
Beyond the shelter of Thy gates
Now lettest Thou Thy servants go in peace.



O Glorious One,
Our songs are done ;
The world is calling and its cares increase.

With lips that praise
And hearts that softly sing always,
Now lettest Thou Thy servants go in peace.
49



At the Close of Service
in

O Changeless One,

When life is done
Breathe through the dark Thy pardon and release.

Thou wilt forget,

But lest some shame may linger yet,
Now lettest Thou Thy servants go in peace.



Hymns from the Latin



luce qut mortalfbus
Xates tnaccesea, 5)eua!
praesente quo sanctt tremunt
Hubuntque xwltus angeli.

(By CHARLES COFFIN ; born 7676, died 1749. I" the Paris
Bre-viary of 1736 it is the hymn appointed for Vespers on the
Sundays from Trinity to Ad-vent. ^)







GOD Most High,

By mortal eye
Unseen, Thou hidest in the light,
Upon whose brink
E'en angels shrink,
And veil their faces from the sight.



'Tis darkness here,

And, far or near,
Through deepest shadow lies the way

Unto the gate,

And there to wait
The rising of eternal day.
53



O luce qui mortalibus
in

The flash of dawn

So quickly gone,
The brightest blaze of noontide's ray,

Like twilight seem

Beside the gleam
And glory of that coming day.



IV

O golden day,

So far away,
Why dost thou linger, yet how long ?

From flesh set free

The soul must be
Ere it can join thy morning song.



Its chains put by,

How swift to fly,
O God, to look upon Thy face !

Of love to Thee

Its song shall be,

Its lasting joy to praise Thy grace.
S4



O luce qui mortalibus

VI

Blest Trinity,
May Thy gifts be

Our gracious helpers by the way,
Till our brief night
Shall catch the light

That heralds the eternal day.



55



Cbriste, qut noster poll
Ipraecursor intras regtam,
<Sluos bic jacentes respicis,
Sursum voca, sursum rape.

(A hymn first appearing in the Cluniac Breviary of 1686. )



OUR Herald-Christ at Heaven's gate,
Our King within its walls,
Thine eye yet sees us, lingering late ;
Thy voice, once more it calls.

ii

Make us to seek with love more bold

Those joys that purer seem,
Which earthly eyes may not behold,

Nor faith's, except in dream.

in

Where hearts that strove yet feared to fall,
And hands that toiled, have rest ;

Where God Himself is All-in-all,
And all His own are blest.
56



O Christe, qui noster poll



And lest we lose that glory's crown,
And lest we miss that prize,

O Christ, Thy Spirit's grace send down
To give us strength to rise.



All praise to Thee, our Herald-King,
With Him at whose right hand

Thou art, and Him whose power can bring
Thy children to that land.



57



Crux ave benefcicta!
per te mots cst fcevtcta,
In te DepenOit Deus,
TRei et Salvator meus.

assion hymn of unknown authorship.}



HAIL, blessed cross ! Those arms of thine
Have drawn from death its sting,
For they have borne the Lord Divine,
My Saviour and my King.



Of all earth's trees the queenliest,
Of all earth's ills the cure,

Of burdened hearts thou art the rest,
Of griefs, the solace sure.



O holiest wood ! the pledge and sign
Of our new life thou art ;

And on thee grows the fruit Divine
That feeds the human heart.

58



Crux ave benedicta !

IV

When those that love and those that hate
Thy cross shall summoned be,

O Jesus, for whose call they wait,
I pray, remember me.



59



Ulobte, Igmpo

Glut, Cbristc, seDes pracpatas,

fflos eiulcs in patriam

Crabas amoris nczibns.

Ascension Hymn, by JZAN-BAPTISTE DE SANTEUIL ; born
1630, died 1697. I have taken the text from the second
edition of his Hymni Sacri et Novi, Paris, 1698, in prefer-
ence to that of the Paris Breviary , which omits the second
verse and adds a somewhat inconsequent doxology.)



T) ETURNED to Heaven and reigning there,
JLv Our place, O Christ, Thou dost prepare :
Now gently draw with cords of love
Thine exiles to their home above,

ii

Where dwell the blest, from cares how free,
Secure in their felicity ;
And there at life's full river's brink
Deep draughts of bliss immortal drink.
60



Nobis, Olympo redditus



With all good gifts abounding, Lord,
Thou shalt be there our great Reward
Beside those pleasures which remain,
How brief this passing day of pain !



IV



And when the veil is drawn apart,
And we behold Thee as Thou art,
Our love shall answer Thine always,
Our lips shall never cease Thy praise.



Till then be mindful of Thine own,
And, like a dove from far heights flown,
The Spirit of adoption send
To pledge our welcome at the end.



61



Get sancte, tcr potens Dcue,
Incomprebensa Crinitas :
lui perennis! proprite
ter beata



y CLAUDE DE SANTEUIL ; born 1628, died 1684. The hymn'js
atsigned to Trinity Sunday in the Paris Breviary.)

I

npHRICE-HOLY God, of threefold might,
J_ The Trinity confessed,
Thrice-glorious with eternal light,
With joys Divine thrice-blest !

ii

O Unity forever true,

O Truth forever one,
Eternal Love forever new,

Whose gifts are never done !

in

Thick clouds of darkness like a wall

Conceal Thy splendor's blaze,
Where angels on their faces fall,

Nor, trembling, dare to gaze.
62



Ter sancte, ter potens Deus



IV



Thy flock sounds forth Thy threefold Name

In which it is baptized ;
Faith sights the Heaven from which it came,

And love would grasp the prize.



Lord, give us grace to do Thy will ;

O Christ, instruct the heart ;
Thou Holy Spirit, help us still

To choose the better part.

VI

Let God the Father be adored,

With his coequal Son,
And with the Holy Ghost, one Lord,

Thrice-royal, ever One.



Ulil lau&ibus nostris eges,
SeO fillos amas, pater;
/fcultaque coelestem ptece
Die provocari Qtatiam.

By CHARLES COFFIN ; born 1676, died 1749. Like most of hit
hymns, this one first appeared in the Paris Breviary of f^j6,
where it is appointed for Monday at Lauds.')



OUR praises, Lord, Thou dost not need ;
'Tis rather that Thy love
Would have Thy children come to plead
For blessings from above.

ii

The secrets of Thy dark decrees

Deep night in silence sings ;
Thy mercy's light, in golden seas,

The flooding sunshine brings.



Nor thought nor voice fulfil their part,
When by such wonders thrilled ;

Yet love that pulses through the heart
Refuses to be stilled.
6 4



Nil laudibus nostris eges

IV

So let it speak our Father's praise
To Thee, whose grace affords

A present help in evil days,
And hope of great rewards.



To them our dearest wishes rise,
Though earthly thoughts contend

O Jesus, draw us toward the skies,
And guide us till the end.



pater sancte mttis atque pie,
5esu Cbriste ffili veneranDe,
paracltteque Splrttus O almc.
IDeus aeterne.

/iymn o/" unknown authorthip found in more than one manu-
script of the eleventh century.)



T7ATHER, all-holy, merciful, and tender,
X Christ, fitly worshipped in Thy royal splendor,
Spirit most gracious, Helper and Defender,
God everlasting !



Trinity holy, Unity unbroken,
God, of whose greatness goodness is the token,
Joy of the angels, Balm of griefs unspoken,
Hope all-surpassing !



All things to serve Thee, Lord, Thou hast created ;

All creatures' homage, Lord, on Thee has waited ;


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