139.

HIGH in yonder realms of light,
Far above these lower skies,
Fair, and beautifully bright,
Heaven's unfading mansions rise.

Glad within those blest abodes
Dwell the raptur'd saints above,
Where no anxious care corrodes,
Happy in Emmanuel's love.

All their days of weeping o'er,
Past this scene of toil and pain,
They shall feel distress no more,
Never, never weep again.

Happy spirits, ye are fled,

Where no grief can entrance find;
Lulled to rest the aching head,

Soothed the anguish of mankind.

Every tear is wiped away,

Sighs no more shall heave the breast;

Night is lost in endless day,

Sorrow in eternal rest.

140.

THE saints on earth and those above,
But one communion make;
Joined to their LORD in bonds of love,
All of His grace partake.

One family, we dwell in Him,
One CHRIST above, beneath,
Though now divided by the stream,
The narrow stream of death.

One army of the living GOD,

To His command we bow;

Part of the host have crossed the flood, And part are crossing now.

O SAVIOUR! be our constant guide,
And when the word is given,

Bid death's cold flood its waves divide,
And land us safe in Heaven.

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141.

O CHRIST, in whom the happy dead Still live united to their Head,

Their Lord and our's the same; For all Thy saints to memory dear Departed in Thy faith and fear, We bless Thy holy Name.

By the same grace upheld, may we So follow those who followed Thee, As with them to partake

The free reward of heavenly bliss! O LORD and SAVIOUR, grant us this For Thine own glory's sake.

The Purification, or the Annunciation

of the Blessed Virgin Mary.

142.

VIRGIN-BORN! we bow before Thee;
Blessed was the womb that bore Thee;
Mary, maid and mother mild,

Blessed was she in her Child.

Blessed was the breast that fed Thee;
Blessed was the hand that led Thee;
Blessed was the parent's eye

That watch'd Thy slumbering infancy.

Blessed she by all creation,

Who brought forth the world's salvation;

And blessed they, for ever blest,

Who love Thee most and serve Thee best.

Virgin-born! we bow before Thee;

Blessed was the womb that bore Thee;

Mary, maid and mother mild,

Blessed was she in her Child.

S. Michael and all Angels.

143.

CHRIST of the holy angels light and gladness,

MAKER and SAVIOUR of the human race,

O may we reach the world unknown to sad

ness,

The blessed mansions where they see Thy

Face!

Angel of peace, may Michael to our dwelling Down from high Heaven in mighty calmness

come,

Breathing serenest peace, wild war dispelling With all her sorrows to the infernal gloom.

Angel of might, may Gabriel swift descending Far from our gates our ancient foes repel, And his own triumphs o'er the world defending,

In temples dear to Heaven return and dwell.

Angel of health, may Raphael lighten o'er us,

To every sick bed speed his healing flight, In times of doubt direct the way before us, And through life's mazes guide our steps aright.