AT THE MATTINS.

And there shall be no more night there; and they need no candle, neither light of the sun; for the Lord God giveth them light. REV. xxii.

"Cœlestis o Jerusalem."

O HEAVENLY Jerusalem
Of everlasting halls,
Thrice blessed are the people
Thou storest in thy walls!

Thou art the golden mansion,
Where Saints for ever sing;
The seat of God's own chosen,
The palace of the King.

There God for ever sitteth,

Himself of all the crown;

The Lamb the light that shineth,
And never goeth down.

Nought to this seat approacheth
Their sweet peace to molest;
They sing their God for ever,

Nor day nor night they rest.

Calm Hope from thence is leaning, To her our longings bend;

No short lived toil shall daunt us

For joys that cannot end.

To Christ the Sun that lightens
His Church, above, below;
To Father and to Spirit

All things created bow.

ALL SAINTS' DAY.

AT THE FIRST AND SECOND VESPERS.

Thou wast slain, and hast redeemed us to God by Thy blood out of every kindred, and tongue, and people, and nation; and hast made us unto our God kings and priests.-REV. v.

"Cœlo quos eadem gloria consecrat."

YE that are now in heavenly glory one
May we together join, with earthly voice,
Hymning your everlasting victories, won
By arduous labours and the better choice.

Now love and unveil'd truth doth feed for aye, And ye drink full of joy's o'erflowing wells, Where slakes the soul her thirst that cannot die, And by the sacred fountain ever dwells.

From inmost shrines from whence the Godhead streams,

The King Himself, with His own countenance, Shines o'er you, and unsparing of His beams, Fills the soul's dwelling with His radiance.

From out the golden altar, 'neath the throne,
Blood of the Innocent for mercy pleads;
He offer'd once to Him that sits thereon,
For ever sues anew-for ever bleeds.

'Mid light'nings numberless, thro' the dim vast Of light, the adoring elders bow them down, To Him whose kingdom shall for ever last; And each before Him casts his golden crown.

Nations and languages of countless tongue, With jub❜lant palm, and robes wash'd white in blood,

For ever sing the inexpressive song

Him the Thrice Holy and the Only Good.

Glory on earth, and glory be above,

To Father, Son, and Spirit ever blest,
Who with the just dispensings of their love
All to their fulness fill with perfect rest.

AT THE COMPLINE.

Ye are come unto Mount Sion, and unto the city of the living God, the heavenly Jerusalem, and to an innumerable company of Angels, to the general assembly and church of the first-born, which are written in Heaven, and to God the Judge of all, and to the spirits of just men made perfect, and to Jesus the Mediator of the New Covenant.-HEB. xii.

"Vos sancti proceres, vos superum chori."

YE saintly choirs, that round the regal seat,
Through Heav'n's eternal palace, endless throng,
May we with voice for mortal not unmeet,
Join your eternal song.

Myriads of spiritual hosts the throne around
Stand with their votive offerings, day and night;
There doth the herald Baptist dive profound
In the deep flood of light.

There they, whose voice sounding Christ crucified, Like thunder went about from strand to strand, With the anointed Prophets by their side,

The twelve great Preachers stand.