HYMN

CL.

AFE home, safe home in port;

SAFE
Rent cordage, shattered deck,

Torn sails, provisions short,
And only not a wreck :
But oh! the joy upon the shore,
To tell our voyage perils o'er.

The prize, the prize secure :
The wrestler nearly fell;
Bore all he could endure,

And bore not always well:
But he may smile at troubles gone,

Who puts the victor garland on.

No more the foe can harm :
No more of leaguered camp,

And cry of night alarm,

And need of ready lamp:

And yet how nearly he had failed,

How nearly had the foe prevailed.

In perfect safety penned;
The lion once had hold,

And thought to make an end:

But one came by with wounded side, Who for his sheep as shepherd died. ·

To God, the Father, Son,

And holy Paraclete,

The blessed Three in One,

Above the mercyseat;

To him, the first, and with the last,

Be glory, as in ages past. Amen.

And from the realms of light

Cast down in burning fight

Satan's rebellious host, to darkness given.

Thine angels, Lord, we bless with thankful lays, Dwelling with thee above yon depths of sky; Who, 'mid thy glory's blaze,

The ceaseless anthem raise,

And gird thy throne in faithful ministry.

We celebrate their love, whose viewless wing
Has left for us so oft their mansion high

The mercies of their king

To mortal saints to bring,

Or guard the couch of slumbering infancy.

But thee, the First and Last, we glorify;

Who, when thy world was sunk in death by sin, Not with thine hierarchy,

The armies of the sky,

But didst with thine own arm the battle win:

Alone didst pass the dark and dismal shore,
Alone didst tread the wineprefs; and alone,
All glorious in thy gore,

Didst light and life restore

To us who lay in darkness and undone.

With angels and archangels therefore we
To thy dear Name our thankful chorus raise,
And tune our songs to thee,

Who art, and art to be,

And, endless as thy mercies, sound thy praise.

Amen.

HYMN

CLII.

T

O God be glory, while we tell
How Satan and his legions fell;
Cast out from heaven; o'ercome in fight
By Michael and his angels' might.
As lion greedy of his prey

He ranges now the earth's highway;
Still seeking whom he may devour
By lying craft and subtle

power.
Good Lord, thy holy angels send
With charge our weakness to befriend;
That they who ministered to thee
Our succour and defence may be.

To us vouchsafe a blessed part
In childlike lowlinefs of heart;
So shall our guardian always stand
Among the glorious angel band.

In heaven they joy, when one frail child
Of fallen man, astray, beguiled,
Repentant turns, with faltering pace,
To seek again his father's face.

The Lamb of God for sinners slain

Shall come with power and angel train;

Then shall the wicked severed be

From all the faithful company.

With cherubim and seraphim,

Who, Holy, holy, holy, hymn
Before the throne, and never rest,
We sing the Three, One ever blest.

Amen.