6.

All-all whom that most holy stream
Of blood did from sad death redeem
On this thy natal day, upraise

One voice and sound the hymn of praise.

7.

Jesus, to thee, the Virgin's Son,
Be everlasting homage done.
To God the Father, we repeat
The same, and to the Paraclete.

SALVETE FLORES MARTYRUM; FOR HOLY
INNOCENTS.

1.

Ye flowers, ye buds of martyrs, hail!
Ye blossoms by the sword o'ercast,
On life's young threshold, spent and pale,
Like opening roses 'neath the blast.

2.

Ye earliest victims Jesus owns!

Ye tender flock cut rudely down

While, deck'd with palms and flowery crowns, Ye play'd the altar's steps upon.

3.

But shall the mighty crime avail ?
Shall Herod triumph in his wrath?
For Christ uprose the infant wail-
Christ, only Christ escaped from death.

4.

While childless mothers' wept the day,

And slaughter'd babes bestrew'd the ground, The Virgin's Son was borne away,

While flow'd his playmates' blood around.

5.

Thus Moses, who pourtrayed of yore
The fate of Christ-escaped the stroke
Of Pharoah; living to restore
And raise his nation from the yoke.

HYMN OF JUDGMENT.

Sometimes sung on the 1st Sunday in Advent.

1.

Lo! He comes in clouds descending, Once for favour'd sinners slain: Thousand thousand saints attending Fill the triumph of his train. Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! See the Son of God appear.

2.

Every eye must now behold Him
Robed in dreadful majesty :
Those who set at nought and sold him,
Pierced and nail'd him to the tree

Deeply wailing, deeply wailing, deeply wailing, shall the true Messiah see.

3.

Every valley, hill, and mountain, Heav'n and earth, shall fade away; Those who hate him shall, confounded, Hear the trump proclaim the day. Come to judgment, come to judgment, come to judgment, come to judgment, come away.

4.

See redemption, long expected,
Now in dreadful pomp appear,
All his saints, by men rejected,
Now shall meet him in the air.

Hallelujah

Hallelujah! Hallelujah! See the
Son of God appear.

5.

Yea amen! let all adore thee,
High on thine eternal throne:
Saviour, take thy power and glory,
Take the kingdom for thine own.

come quickly, Lord! come quickly, Lord! come quickly, Lord! come quickly, come Lord! come.

EVENING

PRAYERS FOR FAMILIES.

SUNDAY.

In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Amen.

SIR THOMAS MORE'S PRAYER IN THE Tower.

Grant us, O Lord, thy grace that, in every pain and difficulty against which we may be inclined to murmur, we may think on the great agony which thou, our creator and Redeemer, didst suffer on Mount Olivet before thy bitter passion; and in meditating thereon, grant that we may receive such spiritual comfort as may teach us resignation to thy holy will.

Take from us all vain glorious thoughts; all desire for our own praise; all envy, covetousness, gluttony, sloth and luxury; all froward affections; all wish for revenge; all desire of others' harm; all pleasure in provoking any person to anger; all delight in insulting or triumphing over any in their affliction and calamity. Give us humble, peaceable, patient, and charitable minds; and, in all our thoughts, words, and deeds, to have the approbation of thy Holy Spirit.

Give us a lively faith, a firm hope, and a constant charity-a love of three incomparably

above the love of ourselves, that we may love nothing to thy displeasure but every thing in order to thy satisfaction.

Give us a longing to be with thee, not so much for avoiding the evils of this world, nor for attaining the joys of heaven with respect to our own good, as purely for the love of thee.

Continue to us, oh Lord, thy love and favour which our love for thee, were it ever so great, could not deserve without thy infinite goodness.

Pardon our boldness in making such high petitions; we admit that we are unworthy to obtain them. Yet, oh Lord, they are the blessings we are bound to wish for, and which we might hope to receive if our manifold sins were not a hindrance: oh! wash us from them by the merits of that sacred blood that issued from thy body in the divers torments of thy bitter passion.

Take from us, also, oh Lord, our lukewarm manner of meditation, our dullness in prayer; give us patience in sorrow and grace in every thing to conform our wills to thine and to labour truly to deserve thou favours for which we have prayed. Amen.

THE "PATER NOSTER."

Our Father who art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this

day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses as we forgive them that trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation; but deliver us from evil. Amen.