5 Glory be to God the Father,
Glory be to God the Son,
Glory be to God the Spirit,

Great Jehovah, Three in One.
Praise from all in earth and heaven
Unto Thee be ever given,

Holy, blessèd Trinity.

Also the following:

383 Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord God Almighty.
384 God, my Father, hear me pray.
385 Holy, Holy, Holy Lord.

386 Holy Father, great Creator.
388 Come, Thou almighty King.
389 Three in One, and One in Three.
546 Great Creator, Lord of all.
617 Glory be to God the Father.

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OTHER FEASTS AND FASTS.

St. Andrew.

JESUS as wild,

ESUS calls us; o'er the tumult

Of our life's wild, restless sea,

Day by day His sweet voice soundeth,
Saying, "Christian, follow Me;"

2 As of old, Saint Andrew heard it
By the Galilean lake,

Turned from home, and toil, and kindred,
Leaving all for His dear sake.

8.7.

3 Jesus calls us from the worship

Of the vain world's golden store; From each idol that would keep us, Saying, "Christian, love Me more."

4 In our joys and in our sorrows,
Days of toil and hours of ease,
Still He calls, in cares and pleasures,
"That we love Him more than these."

5 Jesus calls us: by Thy mercies,
Saviour, make us hear Thy call,
Give our hearts to Thine obedience,
Serve and love Thee best of all.

C. M.

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St. Thomas.

THOU, Who didst, with love untold,
Thy doubting servant chide,

And bad'st the eye of sense behold
Thy wounded hands and side;

2 Grant us, like him, with heartfelt awe,
To own Thee God and Lord,

And from this hour of darkness draw
A fuller faith's reward.

3 And while that wondrous record now Of unbelief we hear,

Oh, let us only lowlier bow

In self-distrusting fear;

L. M.

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4 And pray that we may never dare
Thy loving heart to grieve;
But at the last their blessings share
Who see not, yet believe!

Also the following:

426 We walk by faith, and not by sight.

St. Stephen.

SON of Man, Thyself once crossed
By every suffering here below,
Who taught'st Thy noble martyr-host
To follow in Thy path of woe:

2 O Son of God, Whose glory cast
Its light upon Thy champion's face,
Revealing to his eyes at last

The marvels of the holiest place:

3 Be ours the faith that sees Thee stand
Beside the throne of God on high,
To succor with Thy strong right hand
Thy soldiers when to Thee they cry.

4 Be ours the hope, resigned and meek,
That trusts the spirit to Thy care,
That longs Thy face in heaven to seek,
And dwell with Thee in glory there.

5 Be ours the love, divine and free,

Which asks forgiveness for our foes;
Which draws, in life, its life from Thee,
And, dying, finds in Thee repose.

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St. John the Evangelist.

L. M.

THOU, Who gav'st Thy servant grace
On Thee the living Rock to rest,

To look on Thine unveilèd face,
And lean on Thy protecting breast;

2 Grant us, O King of mercy, still

To feel Thy presence from above,
And in Thy word and in Thy will

To hear Thy voice and know Thy love;

3 And when the toils of life are done,
And nature waits Thy just decree,
To find our rest beneath Thy throne,
And look in certain hope to Thee.

4 To Thee, O Jesus, Light of Light,
Whom as their King the saints adore,
Thou strength and refuge in the fight,
Be laud and glory evermore.

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The Holy Innocents.

GLORY to Thee, O Lord,

Who, from this world of sin,
By cruel Herod's ruthless sword
Those precious ones didst win.

2 Baptized in their own blood,
Earth's untried perils o'er,

They passed unconsciously the flood,
And safely gained the shore.

S. M.

3 Glory to Thee for all

The ransomed infant band,

Who since that hour have heard Thy call,
And reached the quiet land.

4 Oh, that our hearts within,

Like theirs, were pure and bright;
Oh, that as free from deeds of sin
We shrank not from Thy sight.

5 Lord, help us every hour

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Thy cleansing grace to claim;
In life to glorify Thy power,
In death to praise Thy Name.

The Circumcision.

THE ancient law departs

And all its terrors cease;

For Jesus makes with faithful hearts
A covenant of peace.

2 The Light of Light divine,

True Brightness undefiled,

He bears for us the shame of sin,
A holy, spotless child.

3 To-day the Name is Thine,

At which we bend the knee;
They call Thee Jesus, Child divine!
Our Jesus deign to be.

S. M.