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Virgin-born, to thee we kneel,

Gifts for man who didst receive,
Sinless human flesh, to heal
The death-tainted sons of Eve;

Lord, to save us make good speed,
Holy Jesu, intercede.

Second Adam, from whose side

In the tranquil sleep of death
Issued forth the heavenly Bride,
Mother to the sons of Seth;

Lord, to save us make good speed,
Holy Jesu, intercede.

Bruiser of the serpent's head,

Thou the serpent on the tree,
Healer of the souls half-dead,
All who fainting look to thee;

Lord, to save us make good speed,
Holy Jesu, intercede.

Judah's lion, from whose might

Honey-sweet distils the power Which lays low the beast of night, Seeking whom he may devour;

Lord, to save us make good speed,

Holy Jesu, intercede. Lamb of God, that tak'st away

Of our sin the guilty stain,
Ransom thou for man to pay
On the altar, as if slain ;

Lord, to save us make good speed,
Holy Jesu, intercede.

When in worship low we bend,

Master, leave us not alone;
Bid the Holy Ghost descend
From the Father's central throne;

Lord, to save us make good speed,
Holy Jesu, intercede.

Fill the shrine, whence loud and long

Rolls the pleading litany,
Matin chant, and Evensong,
To the feet of God on high;

Lord, to save us make good speed,

Holy Jesu, intercede.
Lord, have mercy upon us.

Christ, have mercy upon us. .
Lord, have mercy upon us.
Our Father.

HYMN FOR LAYING THE FOUNDATION

STONE OF A CHURCH.

In the Name of God the Father,

God the Son, and Holy Ghost,
In the Name of Saints departed,

All whom we have loved and lost;
Lay we down the sure foundation

Clear from light and shifting sand,
That our God may send his blessing

On the people of the land.
And as in the still clear morning

Tells the sweet psalm loud and clear
How the Lord is our foundation,

Hope dries up the swelling tear.
Saints on earth and Saints departed

Whispers she shall meet in one
When is built the heavenly building,

Founded on the corner-stone.
Fair the church in Virgin beauty,

Which our hands begin to-day,
For the Bride must meet the Bridegroom

In the pride of her array ;

And her chant of choral voices

Shall awake the listless ear,
Warning daily,-Watch and faint not,

Till the Master shall appear.
But in time the earthly beauty

Of the building shall grow dim,
Other lips shall sing the service

Of the daily chanted hymn;
For the building which we work at

Is the work of mortal men,
And we all must learn the limit

Of the threescore years and ten.
Therefore, O wise Master-builder,

Death's destroyer, strong to save,
Raise our thoughts from this poor building

To the church beyond the grave;-
To the bright abiding city,

Where the Father, ever-blest,
Gives his children joys which fade not

In the everlasting rest.

FUNERAL HYMN

To be sung as the body leaves the church; or before

any of the Hours of the DIRGE.
Brother, now thy toils are o'er-

Fought the battle, won the crown;
On life's rough and barren shore

Thou hast laid thy burden down:
Grant him,2 Lord, eternal rest
With the Spirits of the Blest.
Through Death’s válley dim and dark
Jesus guide thee in the gloom,
i Or sister.

3 Or her.

Shew thee where his footprints mark

Tracks of glory through the Tomb :
Grant him, Lord, eternal rest
With the Spirits of the Blest.
Angels bear thee to the land

Where the towers of Sion rise,
Safely lead thee by the hand

To the fields of Paradise : Grant him, Lord, eternal rest With the Spirits of the Blest.

White-robed at the golden Gate

Of the New Jerusalem
May the Host of Martyrs wait,

Give thee part and lot with them :
Grant him, Lord, eternal rest
With the Spirits of the Blest.

Friends and dear ones, gone before

To the land of endless peace,
Meet thee on that further shore

Where all tears and sorrows cease :
Grant him, Lord, eternal rest
With the Spirits of the Blest.
Choirs of Angels over us,

Bear Christ's weak and trembling lamb; Give thee peace with Lazarus

At the breast of Abraham : Grant him, Lord, eternal rest With the Spirits of the Blest. Rest in peace: the gates of Hell

Touch thee not, till he shall come
For the souls he loves so well-

Dear Lord of the Heavenly home :
Grant him, Lord, eternal rest
With the Spirits of the Blest.
There the Lord of life and love
Wipes the tear from every eye ;

o 2

To the courts of bliss above

Pain and suffering come not nigh: Grant him, Lord, eternal rest With the Spirits of the Blest. Sun by day nor moon by night

Cast their beams about the Throne, For the Lamb sheds there his light

On the foreheads of his own ; Grant him, Lord, eternal rest With the Spirits of the Blest. Earth to earth, and dust to dust,

Clay we give to kindred clay, In the sure and certain trust

Of the Resurrection Day : Grant him, Lord, eternal rest With the Spirits of the Blest. Christ the Sower sows thee here :

When the eternal Day shall dawn He will gather in the ear

On that Resurrection morn: Grant him, Lord, eternal rest, Light and life at thy behest, With the Spirits of the Blest.

1 Same tune as the line before.

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