[will come at last.

weary, And heaven, the heart's true home, Angels of Jesus, angels of light, Singing to welcome the pilgrims of night.

5 Angels, sing on, your faithful watches [above;

keeping,

Sing us sweet fragments of the songs

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of weeping,

And life's long shadows break in cloudless love.

Angels of Jesus, angels of light, Singing to welcome the pilgrims of night.

Frederick W. Faber, 1814-C3.

All those who truly after Thee inquire; Thou, Who hast promised in Thy heart a place

To all who love Thee and a place desire,

O Lord, when I am anxious and deprest, And, dim with tears, mine eyes can hardly see,

O let me lean upon Thy faithful breast, Rejoicing that e'en I am loved by Thee. Karl J. P. Spitta, 1801-59; R. Massie, tr., 1860.

Joachim Neander, 1679.

Hear the harps resounding,

[ing:

See the crowds the throne surround

"Holy, holy, holy,"

Hear the hymn ascending

Angels, saints, their voices blendingBow Thine ear to us here;

Hearken, O Lord Jesus,
To our songs and praises.

3 O Thou Fount of blessing,
Purify our spirit,

Trusting only in Thy merit: Like the holy angels

Who behold Thy glory,

May we ceaselessly adore Thee:

Let Thy will ever still

Rule Thy Church terrestrial
As the hosts celestial.

4 Grant us resignation,
Hearts before Thee bowed,

With Thy peace divine endowed: As a tender flower

Opens and inclineth

To the cheering sun which shineth; So may we be from Thee Rays of grace deriving, And thereby be thriving.

5 Jesus, condescending

To the meek and lowly

From Thy heaven high and holy, Make us now Thy temple;

Waft us then to regions

Filled with bright seraphic legions;

May this hope bear us up,

Till these eyes for ever

Gaze on Thee, our Saviour.

Gerhardt Tersteegen, 1697-1769; Frederick
William Foster, 1760-1835, and William
Mercer, 1811-73, trs.

A safe Stronghold our God is still,
A trusty Shield and Weapon;
He'll help us clear from all the ill
That hath us now o'ertaken.
The ancient prince of hell
Hath risen with purpose fell;
Strong mail of craft and power
He weareth in this hour,

On earth is not his fellow.

2 With force of arms we nothing can,
Full soon were we down-ridden;
But for us fights the proper Man,
Whom God Himself hath bidden.
Ask ye, who is this same?
Christ Jesus is His Name,
The Lord Sabaoth's Son,
He and no other one

Shall conquer in the battle.

3 And were this world all devils o'er, And watching to devour us,

We lay it not to heart so sore,
Not they can overpower us.
And let the prince of ill
Look grim as e'er he will,
He harms us not a whit:
For why? his doom is writ,
One little word shall slay him.

4 That word, for all their craft and force, One moment will not linger,

But, spite of hell, shall have its course, 'Tis written by His finger.

And though they take our life,
Goods, honor, children, wife,
Yet is their profit small;

These things shall vanish all,
The kingdom ours remaineth.

2 Before Thee every idol fall,
Rend the false prophet's vail of lies;
The fullness of the Gentiles call;
Be Israel saved, let Jacob rise;
Thy Kingdom come indeed,
Thy Church with union bless,
All Scripture be her creed,
And every tongue confess [ness.
One Lord, the Lord our Righteous-
3 Now, for the travail of His soul,
Messiah's peaceful reign advance;
From sun to sun, from pole to pole,
He claims His pledged inheritance;
O Thou Most Mighty, gird
Thy sword upon Thy thigh,

That two-edged sword, Thy word, By which Thy foes shall die,-[eye. Then spring, new-born, beneath Thine 4 So perish all Thine enemies!

Their enmity alone be slain; Them in the arms of mercy seize, [again: Breathe and their souls shall come So may Thy friends at length, Oft smitten, oft laid low,

Forth, like the sun in strength, Conquering, to conquer go.Till to Thy throne all nations flow. James Montgomery, 1771-1854.

Rejoice to-day with one accord,
Sing out with exultation;
Rejoice and praise our mighty Lord,
Whose arm hath brought salvation;
His works of love proclaim
The greatness of His Name;
For He is God alone

Who hath His mercy shewn;

Let all His saints adore Him.

2 When in distress to Him we cried,
He heard our sad complaining;
O trust in Him, whate'er betide,
His love is all-sustaining;

Triumphant songs of praise
To Him our hearts shall raise;
Now every voice shall say,
"O praise our God alway;"
Iet all His saints adore Him.

Henry Williams Baker, 1821-77.