11 ST. STEPHEN. Morning. After the third Collect. RIGHTFUL Prince of Martyrs thou, Like a gem, each rugged stone From thy forehead's gushing streams Free thou gav'st the life He gave, First to tread the pointed road Prince of Martyrs, thee behind What a countless army wind! Glory to the FATHER be, Glory, VIRGIN-BORN, to Thee, Glory to the HOLY GHOST, Prais'd by men and heavenly host. Amen. 12 Evening. After the third Collect. HOLY love towards her foes In mysterious channels flows; Bow'd to soothe, or steel'd to blame, Pleader for himself he stood: GOD from Heav'n His martyr heard,— Heard, and bless'd his dying word : Saul, the murderer, standing by,— Saul was granted to that cry. Thus he bow'd his drooping head, Death, kind angel, watching nigh, Whilst the freed spirit winged her flight Thou that deal'dst thy plenteous store Now art come, a welcome guest, In thy bridal crown display'd, Thou of Virgin-mother born, JESU, LORD, all praise to Thee. All glory be to FATHER, SON, Morning and Evening. 13 After the third Collect. BELOVED disciple of thy LORD, He That was dead and is alive, Oh, then the mysteries were unfurl'd How martyr blood, through all the world, Then grant us, LORD, with Thee to die, With Thee again to rise; With Thee from this vain world to fly, To meet Thee in the skies. And now to Him, Who vanquished death, TO CHRIST from ev'ry human breath, THE HOLY INNOCENTS. Morning. 14 After the third Collect. SWEETEST flowers of early spring, First who gained the Martyr's wreath; Now your LORD's blest Feet beneath, Infants still, ye seem to play With your palms and chaplets gay. Tyrant, what avails thy deed, Canst thou quench the promised Seed? Cease, ye great ones, to defy Him Who sits enthroned on high. Vain the war with heaven ye wage, ye make your Foe. VIRGIN-BORN, to Thee be praise |