Lauda Sion Salvatorem:

THE HYMN FOR THE BLESSED SACRAMENT.

I.

Rise, royal Sion! rise and sing

Thy soul's kind Shepherd, thy heart's King.
Stretch all thy powers; call if you can

Harps of heaven to hands of man.
This sovereign subject sits above
The best ambition of thy love.

II.

Lo, the Bread of Life, this day's
Triumphant text, provokes thy praise ;
The living and life-giving bread,
To the great twelve distributed;
When Life, Himself, at point to die
Of love, was His Own legacy.

III.

Come, Love! and let us work a song Loud and pleasant, sweet and long;

Let lips and hearts lift high the noise

Of so just and solemn joys,

Which on His white brows this bright day
Shall hence for ever bear away.

IV.

Lo, the new law of a new Lord,

With a new Lamb blesses the board :
The aged Pascha pleads not years,

But spies Love's dawn, and disappears.
Types yield to truths; shades shrink away

And their Night dies into our Day.

V.

But lest that die too, we are bid
Ever to do what He once did:

And by a mindful, mystic breath,
That we may live, revive His death;
With a well-bless'd bread and wine,
Transumed, and taught to turn divine.

VI.

The Heaven-instructed house of Faith
Here a holy dictate hath,

That they but lend their form and face ;—
Themselves with reverence leave their place,
Nature, and name, to be made good,

By a nobler bread, more needful blood.

VII.

Where Nature's laws no leave will give,
Bold Faith takes heart, and dares believe
In different species: name not things,
Himself to me my Saviour brings ;

Thust.

As meat in that, as drink in this,
But still in both one Christ He is.

VIII.

The receiving mouth here makes

Nor wound nor breach in what he takes. Let one, or one thousand be

Here dividers, single he

Bears home no less, all they no more,
Nor leave they both less than before.

IX.

Though in itself this sov'reign Feast
Be all the same to every guest,
Yet on the same (life-meaning) Bread
The child of death eats himself dead:
Nor is 't Love's fault, but Sin's dire skill
That thus from Life can death distil.

X.

When the blest signs thou broke shalt see,

Hold but thy faith entire as He,

Who, howsoe'er clad, cannot come

Less than whole Christ in every crumb.

In broken forms a stable Faith

Untouch'd her precious total hath.

XI.

Lo, the life-food of angels then

Bow'd to the lowly mouths of men !

whole poens

The children's Bread, the Bridegroom's Wine,

Not to be cast to dogs or swine.

Amen.

Dies Fræ, Dies Flla:

THE HYMN OF THE CHURCH, IN MEDITATION OF THE DAY OF JUDGMENT.

I.

Hear'st thou, my soul, what serious things

Both the Psalm and SybiDsings

Of a sure Judge, from Whose sharp ray
The World in flames shall fly away.

II.

fire

O that fire! before whose face
Heaven and Earth shall find no place.
O those eyes! Whose angry light
Must be the day of that dread night.

III.

music

O that trump! whose blast shall run
An even round with the circling sun,
And urge the murmuring graves to bring
Pale mankind forth to meet his King.

IV.

Horror of Nature, Hell, and Death!
When a deep groan from beneath
Shall cry, 'We come, we come,' and all

The caves of Night answer one call.