The Purification of Saint Mary the virgin. CXXXVIII. THY temple visit, Lord, Thine Israel to blefs; By waiting saints be thou adored, Now whisper in our breast How they who on thy promise rest Shall find thee ever near. And bid us seek above The mansions fair and new; Where eye shall see, and heart shall love, What faith has counted true. Let us in peace depart To that bright realm of joy; From all the heavenly host, And church redeemed from woe, To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, The Annunciation of the Blessed virgin Mary. W CXXXIX. ITH joy was heard the ancient seer, A virgin shall conceive, and bear A son, Emmanuel, God with man. With joy we hear the angel bring His answering message from the sky, Blest Lord, who didst not scorn below Now for our sakes incarnate made, Or partner of the Father's throne. We lift our hearts, O Lord, to thee, The Three in One, the One in Three, From this time forth for evermore. Amen. HYMN CXL. WOW let the earth with songs rejoice, NOW And heaven return the festal voice; Let heaven and earth to Jesus raise, In his apostles, hymns of praise. Thou, in whose Name they spread the light Thy glorious beams around us pour. Thou, at whose will, in earth and heaven, So shall we perfect freedom prove. Thou, in whose might they spake the word That wonders wrought, and health conferred, To us its healing power prolong; Restore the sick, confirm the strong. What time thou make thy glory known, To thee, O Father, thee, O Son, All praise be everlastingly, Amen. R HYMN CXLI. EDEEMER Lord, In true accord Evangelists proclaim All lasting wealth, In thy most righteous Name. Thy kingdom pure, Which shall endure For evermore, begins In them that know How here below To mortify their sins. And they that will Thy word fulfil, Still seeking holy blifs, Shall surely find Their heart and mind Reformed from things amifs. All glory be, One God, to thee, The Father, and the Son, And Paraclete, As aye is meet, While endless ages run. Amen. L HYMN CXLII. ET the church new anthems raise, Wake the morn with gladness; God himself to joy and praise Turns the martyrs' sadness: Strong in faith they met the flame, For they saw the promised land, With the victor's story. Up, and follow, Christian men, To the blessed Three in One Endless praise and merit. Amen. |