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SAINT BARTHOLOMEW THE APOSTLE.
Luke xxii. 28.
1 BEHOLD, the Lame in glory stands,
Incircled with His radiant bands,
of glorious bliss, Our everlasting portion is,
And all that heav'n is ours,
And by His side sit down.
The cross, shall wear the crown.
It brings to life the dead;
Triumphant with their Head.
The beatific sight
Of everlasting light!
SAINT MATTHEW THE APOSTLE.
2 Cor. iv. 4-6.
1 MY God, assist me, while I raise
An anthem of haimonious praise ; My heart Thy wonders shall proclaim, And spread its banners in Thy name.
2 Behold the light unclouded shine;
O glorious gospel, all divine !
3 When gloomy shades the earth o'erspread,
“Let there be light,” th' Almighty said : The glorious Gospel light displays, Diffusing far celestial rays.
4 Condemn'd the race of sinners stood,
And awful justice ask'd for blood;
5 Ye saints, assist our grateful tongues ;
Ye angels, warble back our songs;
SAINT MICHAEL AND ALL Angels.
St. Matt. xviii. 1.
1 SEE Israel's gentle Shepherd stands,
With all-engaging charms;
And folds them in His arms!
Nor scorn their humble name;
The LORD of angels came.
And yield them up to Thee; Joyful that we ourselves are Thine,
Thine let our offspring be! 4 Ye little flock, with pleasure hear,
Ye children, seek His face; And fly with transports to receive
The blessings of His grace. 5 If orphans they are left behind,
Thy guardian care we trust;
If weeping o'er their dust.
SAINT LUKE THE Evangelist.
2 Tim. 4, 6.
1 THE race is run, the warfare's o'er,
The solemn hour is nigh, When offer'd up to God, my soul
Shall wing its flight on high.
The battles of my LORD;
Depending on His word.
A crown that cannot fade;
Shall place it on their head.
This prize His suff'rings won, For all who love and long to see
Th’ appearance of His Son. 5 Save me from sin, prepare my soul,
O LORD, for Thine abode; That face to face I may
behold My SAVIOUR and my God.
ST, SIMON AND ST. JUDE.
John xv. 17.
1 LET saints each other love,
Be mindful of His word,
As servants of their LORD.
2 Thus all the saints of God,
His messengers and seers,
And walked this vale of tears.
3 Through great afflictions past
To better worlds above.
Through our Redeemer's love,
4 Suff'rers like them, beneath,
Through much distress and pain,
We trust with them to reign.
5 The Lord our glorious King,
Shall wipe our tears away,
In everlasting day.