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ST. JOHN THE BAPTIST'S DAY.
The last and greatest herald of Heaven's King,
Then burst he forth—"All ye whose hearts rely
[For St. Peter's day, see the fifth Sunday after Trinity.]
[For all other Saints' days, see St. Stephen's day.]
[For November 5, January 30, King's Accession, f.c. see
twenty-third Sunday after Trinity.]
To Thee oh Christ! Thy Father's light,
Life, virtue which our heart inspires ; In presence of Thine angels bright,
We sing with voice and with desires ; Ourselves we mutually invite
To melody with answering quires !
With reverence we Thy soldiers praise,
Who near the Heavenly throne abide ; But chiefly him whom God doth raise
The strong celestial host to guide ; Michael, who by his power dismays
And beateth down th' apostate's pride!
Oh! captain of God's host, whose dreadful might Led forth to war the armed seraphim,
And from the starry height,
Subdued in burning fight,
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 oft 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,
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 art to be, And, endless as Thy mercies, sound Thy praise !
FOR A DAY OF PUBLIC THANKSGIVING.
BEFORE JEHOVAH's aweful throne,
Ye nations bow with sacred joy; Know that the Lord is God alone ;
He can create, and He destroy!
His sovereign power without our aid
Made us of clay and form'd us men;
He brought us to His fold again.
We'll crowd Thy gates with thankful songs,
High as the Heavens our voices raise ; And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall fill Thy courts with sounding praise !
Wide as the world is Thy command,
Vast as eternity Thy love;
When rolling years have ceased to move!