AT THE MATTINS. Ye are dead, and your life is hid with Christ in God; when Christ, who is our life, shall appear, then shall ye also appear with Him in glory.-COLOS. iii. "Adeste, sancti, plurimo." YE holy ones departed be around; Your dear remains have moulder'd to their dust, Long since committed to the sorrowing grave; But from behind the veil Your presence breathes around. Your hallowing and soothing influence Fills all our temples, softening our rude hearts; While ye are in new worlds, To higher service bound. Your ashes, which beneath our altars lie, Breathe a deep spell, divinely eloquent, To heal the heart-sick soul, And bid bad spirits flee. To Father, Son, and Spirit, Three in One, All praise, all glory be, Lasting eternally. COMMEMORATION OF SAINTS. COMMEMORATION OF APOSTLES. AT MIDNIGHT. Who maketh the clouds His chariot: and walketh upon the wings of the wind: He maketh His angels spirits; and His ministers a flaming fire.-PSALM CİV. 'Supreme, quales, Arbiter." DISPOSER Supreme, And Judge of the earth, Who choosest for Thine The weak and the poor; To frail earthen vessels, And things of no worth, Entrusting Thy riches Which aye shall endure. Those vessels soon fail, Though full of Thy light; They at Thy decree Are broken and gone; Then brightly appeareth The arm of Thy might, As through the clouds breaking The lightnings have shone. Like clouds are they borne To do Thy great will, And swift as the winds About the world go: All full of Thy Godhead, While earth lieth still, They thunder, they lighten, They thunder-their sound It is Christ the Lord! Then Satan doth fear, His citadels fall, As when the dread trumpets Went forth at Thy word, And on the ground lieth The Canaanites' wall. |