ON THE VIGIL OF ALL SAINTS' DAY.

AT MIDNIGHT.

God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain.-REV. xxi.

Pugnate Christi milites."

SOLDIERS, Who to Christ belong,
In your burnish'd faith be strong,
For God's promise it is sure,

His rewards they shall endure.

Come away

Where no shadows in a glass,
Where no things that come and pass
To decay-

But the leaf that shall not fade,

And the lights that know no shade
Ever stay.

Where, the happy skies above,
Is the house of them that love
All the day;

And good spirits o'er our head,
As on happy stars they tread,
Sing alway.

Here on earth ye can but clasp
Things that perish in the grasp.
While ye may,

Lift your faces to the skies,

God Himself shall be your prize.
Come away

Where the happy heavenly host
Sing Father, Son, and Holy Ghost;

For His promise it is sure,
His rewards they shall endure.

AT THE MATTINS.

And there shall be no more night there; and they need no candle, neither light of the sun; for the Lord God giveth them light. REV. xxii.

"Cœlestis o Jerusalem."

O HEAVENLY Jerusalem
Of everlasting halls,
Thrice blessed are the people
Thou storest in thy walls!

Thou art the golden mansion,
Where Saints for ever sing;
The seat of God's own chosen,
The palace of the King.

There God for ever sitteth,

Himself of all the crown;
The Lamb the light that shineth,
And never goeth down.

Nought to this seat approacheth

Their sweet peace to molest;
They sing their God for ever,

Nor day nor night they rest.

Calm Hope from thence is leaning, To her our longings bend;

No short lived toil shall daunt us For joys that cannot end.

To Christ the Sun that lightens
His Church, above, below;

To Father and to Spirit

All things created bow.

ALL SAINTS' DAY.

AT THE FIRST AND SECOND VESPERS.

Thou wast slain, and hast redeemed us to God by Thy blood out of every kindred, and tongue, and people, and nation; and hast made us unto our God kings and priests.-REV. v.

"Cœlo quos eadem gloria consecrat."

YE that are now in heavenly glory one
May we together join, with earthly voice,
Hymning your everlasting victories, won
By arduous labours and the better choice.

Now love and unveil'd truth doth feed for aye, And ye drink full of joy's o'erflowing wells, Where slakes the soul her thirst that cannot die, And by the sacred fountain ever dwells.

From inmost shrines from whence the Godhead streams,

The King Himself, with His own countenance, Shines o'er you, and unsparing of His beams, Fills the soul's dwelling with His radiance.