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 CONTENTS. 
 
 PAGF 
 
 Personal Recollections vii 
 
 Hymns and Translations — 
 
 Abide with me ! fast falls the eventide lo 
 
 Art thou weary, art thou languid 84 
 
 By Jesus' grave on either hand 80 
 
 Christian, seek not yet repose 6S 
 
 Great God, what do I see and hear ! (a fragment) 82 
 
 God, who madest earth and heaven 88 
 
 Hues of the rich unfolding morn 2 
 
 Hark! the herald angels sing ■. . . . 18 
 
 Holy offerings, rich and rare 38 
 
 Holy, Holy, Holy ! Lord God Almighty 54 
 
 Jesu, Lover of my soul 58 
 
 Jesus, tender Shepherd, hear me 90 
 
 Lead, kindly Light, amid ih' encircling gloom 62 
 
 Lord, I had planned to do Thee service tiue ....... 76 
 
 My God, my Fatlier, while I stray . . 26 
 
 B4MA I
 
 vi CONTENTS. 
 
 Nearer, my God, to Thee 64 
 
 O Lord of Heaven and earth and sea 32 
 
 O Lord, while thus in psahn and prayer 36 
 
 Our blest Redeemer, ere He breathed 72 
 
 The Church's one Foundation 14 
 
 The Son of God goes forth to war 22 
 
 'Tis gone, that bright and orbed blaze 5° 
 
 Vital spark of heavenly flame 48 
 
 When I survey the wondrous Cross 30 
 
 How long, O Lord, how long ? Thy chosen see 95 
 
 My father came to my sister's bed 94 
 
 Glad their call we welcomed 97 
 
 The M'intiy storms which late were flying . 9^ 
 
 Who has not stood and gazed into the sky 93
 
 SOME PERSONAL RECOLLECTIONS 
 
 OF 
 
 G. GODFREY-FAUSSETT. 
 
 ! 
 
 I CAN never forget how, one hot day in Egypt less than 
 a year ago, I received a letter full of the sprightly 
 kindness and profound learning which characterised 
 the subject of this notice, and by the same post a 
 copy of the Times containing tlie announcement of 
 his death on the 26th February, a few days after he 
 had dictated the letter. Thus it happened to ine that 
 a remote town in the Said is indelibly connected in 
 my mind widi the memory of a friend, who, during 
 the years in which I had been privileged to know him. 
 spent his da)^s for tlie most part in one English city,
 
 viii MEMORIALS. 
 
 one house, one room. To others of his friends 
 perhaps that room over the Norman Gateway at 
 Canterbury will be a more distinct memorial of 
 Thomas Godfrey-Faussett. It was the pleasantest of 
 studies, the most home-like of libraries, and at the 
 same time perhaps one of the most ancient inhabited 
 rooms in England. And never were the characteristics 
 of an occupier more clearly reflected by his sur- 
 roundings. From the western window the Almonry 
 Court and the old town beyond were visible. The 
 eastern window looked into the Green Court, and on 
 a summer day, when the sun sloped through the 
 trees, and the air was full of the perfume of lime 
 blossoms and the hum of bees, to sit in the window- 
 seat and look out at the old Deanery opposite, the 
 old Canons' houses on the left, and the still older 
 and hall-ruined Priory on the right, conveyed sucli 
 impressions that it was easy to pass away hours in 
 antiquarian meditation or passive enjoyment. The 
 Cathedral bells, at regular intervals chiming away the 
 quarters, marked time too melodiously to waken a day- 
 dreamer, and it was only with an effort that one could
 
 PERSONAL RECOLLECTIONS. ix 
 
 work imder such tranquillising influences. But when 
 work was to be clone Mr. Faussett was an inexorable 
 task-master, not so much to others as to himself. Thus 
 it came to pass that he often laboured that others might 
 idle, and though at the time when I first visited him, 
 now seven years ago, exertion was already becoming 
 diflicult to his wasted frame, his mental energy overcame 
 every obstacle. Even after increasing weakness made 
 it impossible for him to turn over the leaves of a 
 book, a great chart would be spread before him, and 
 the complicated results of hours of careful thought 
 would be recorded at leisure, so accurate was his 
 memory and so distinct were his vicAvs. On one 
 table in this room he had the great annotated folios 
 of the History of Kent, which, begun by Streatfeild 
 and continued by Larking, were destined to remain 
 incomplete when death removed their third editor 
 also. Round the walls, above bookshelves containing 
 the manuscript collections of three generations of anti- 
 quaries, were hung the family portraits from his beloved 
 Heppington. From the timbers of the open roof de- 
 pended banners blazoned with the arms of the county,
 
 X MEMORIALS. 
 
 of the Cathedral, and of many an old Kentish 
 faniily. Everywhere there was evidence of hard work, 
 combined with the lighter graces of taste and culture. 
 Tall copies of rare books, illuminated pictures, carvings, 
 quaint furniture, Anglo-Saxon relics, were scattered 
 about, yet it was not a museum. Comfort was studied 
 as well as archaeology, and on the hearthrug the toys of 
 the child, on the sofa an open workbox, showed that 
 the dearest surroundings of home life were not out of 
 place in the study of the man of law and of history. 
 
 Here in many a pleasant meeting were gathered his 
 friends, and not his friends alone, but inquirers who 
 sought his counsel and knowledge from all parts of the 
 world. Hence were dated long letters full of abstruse 
 reasoning, or of legal advice, or of the happy banter in 
 which he excelled ; and here after ten years of gradual 
 decline, to use the words of one of his dearest com- 
 panions and latest comforters, he awaited " thoughtfully 
 and cheerfully" the inevitable end. 
 
 How many of us will miss the merry little notes written 
 in this old room ! Here is a business letter to the 
 incumbent of a Chapter living : —
 
 PERSONAL RECOLLECTIONS. »i 
 
 Accept again by my sign manual 
 The Chapter's olTering, semi-annual. 
 Two only duties would I mention 
 As thus imposed on your attention ; 
 Revere the founder's memor}' duh-, 
 And send receipt to yours most truly. 
 
 Here are some of the verses sent to let Dean Alford 
 know at his country house at Vines Gate, that no Chapter 
 meeting need be held that week : — 
 
 Hicc Decano dat Auditor : 
 
 Credo Jovi vitulum ! 
 Tibi non est opus iter. 
 
 Nobis non Capitulum. 
 Domi res ubique vigeut, 
 
 Arva stant valentia ; 
 Silent cuncta quce fatigent 
 
 Cantuariensia. 
 
 * * » ■ « 
 
 Contra venti sunt brumales 
 ^ - '- ' (Audin' quanta vox ci !) 
 
 Si non sequinoctialcs , 
 
 Saltern reque noxii. 
 
 Capital puns like this last were here poured forth in 
 profusion. They were always funny — even when their 
 quality, from a literary point of view, did not entitle 
 them to live long — they were always funny, but they 
 were never unkind. Some of them so far secured a
 
 »ii MEMORIALS. 
 
 permanent place that they appeared in Ptinch. Among 
 these, feAV are better than this on the flight of King 
 Coffee Calcalli from Sir Garnet Wolseley : — 
 
 Coomassie's town is burnt to dust ; 
 
 The king escaped is he : 
 So asli-and -Coffee now remain 
 
 Of what was Ashantee. 
 
 Others were of such a fugitive nature, or of such 
 immediate interest only, that it is impossible by repeating 
 them in cold blood, so to speak, to give any idea of their 
 apposite appropriateness. Such were the humorous 
 verses on the Archbishop's enthronement, many parodies, 
 various election squibs, innumerable valentines, among 
 them one which, like the Battle of Belgrade, is alpha- 
 betical, each verse, not of one but of four lines, 
 incredible as it may seem, consisting entirely of words 
 commencing with a single letter. One of his friends 
 in the Precincts reminds me of his extraordinary readi- 
 ness in these intellectual gymnastics : — " It had been 
 intended that the crests of the Dean and Canons should 
 be carved on the shields over the fireplace in the new 
 library; but on the day of the enthronement it was found
 
 PERSONAL RECOLLECTIONS. xiii 
 
 tliat one Canon, Mr. Stone, had gone abroad without 
 giving the pattern to the carver, and instead of his 
 bearings the shield appropriated to him displayed the 
 following lines in pencil : — 
 
 Mitte supervacuum sculpendi monstra laborem : 
 Ipse potest Lapidem sigiiificare lapis. 
 
 Next day the supposed author of these lines received 
 from the Auditor translations into English and Greek :■ — 
 
 Chycle not, O friend, that mid tli' armoriall hos'e 
 Sculptur'd and blazon'd, I am blanke alone : 
 
 Bcautie when unadorn'd is beautie moste, 
 So stone iincarv'd best representeth Stone. 
 
 2a/Lia TOi ecrrl Kevhv to'S' b^oi-j6pt, ko\ Kivhv terra) — 
 Tolirt yap iorrl Aidos rovvofia, aaf-ca \idas." 
 
 The same correspondent (Canon Robertson) remarks, 
 that " during the last year of Mr. Faussett's life it was 
 truly wonderful to see the contrast between his increasing 
 bodily weakness and his fresh and active mind. The 
 verses which flowed so freely from his invention were 
 committed to paper by other hands than his own." 
 Some were merry, some were wise ; all were full of the 
 sunshine of kindliness, for he was a joker whose jokes 
 never wounded — a critic who never failed to detect
 
 xiv MEMORIALS. 
 
 good work — a counsellor who could enter into the 
 troubles of others, and who could give valuable advice 
 and unfailing sympathy. His talents fitted him to enter 
 into the wants and v.'ishes of many different kinds of 
 people. I sav/ him most often in his archaeological 
 aspect^ and here he was always the most judicious 
 of guides and the cleverest of iielpers. I v/rote to him 
 in 1873 for a rhyming Latin inscription to be placed 
 under a window of the Chapel Royal, Savoy, in 
 commemoration of the Prince of Wales's recovery. 
 The request was unreasonable, the task most diflicult, 
 one, in fact, which I could not have performed myself, 
 and which no other of my acquaintance would have 
 performed for me. Almost by return of post the chaplain 
 received the lines, which are now to be seen in the 
 chapel : — 
 
 Moestis ante hoc altare Nupar erat supplicai-e 
 Clnuderet ne vitam deinceps Wallice dilectus Princeps : 
 Quo per morbum vix redacto — Miro Dei benefacto — 
 Viti-eam, quam sic paramus, Deo grati consecratnus. 
 
 This remarkable power of easy versification in Latin or 
 in English is abundantly illustrated by bis hymns. To
 
 PERSONAL RECOLLECTIONS. xv 
 
 his friends it appeared little less than marvellous how 
 rapidly little poems were turned off. Yet his fastidious 
 taste and delicate ear made him as particular about their 
 perfectness as if they had been among the most serious 
 occupations of his life. To omit mention of these 
 productions would be to omit a most important con- 
 sideration in drawing his character. With all his 
 learning, his intensely serious convictions, and his deep 
 tenderness towards all suffering and sorrow, except 
 perhaps his own, he was always apt to see the ludicrous 
 side of things, and cheered himself and those about him 
 to the last with the overflowings of a merry heart. 
 Now he would turn the "Ratcatcher's Daughter" into 
 sounding hexameters and pentameters : — 
 
 Vestmonasterias virgo pulcherrima quondam 
 Incoluit plateas, murifero oita patre. 
 
 Again it was the elegy — 
 
 ON A DOG NOT YET DEAD. 
 
 Here lies poor Nell : light o'er her ashes tread 
 — I mean that here she will lie when she's dead. 
 Slie left this world of thrashings and of sorrow 
 Upon the — Date unknown, but p'rhaps to-morrow, &c.
 
 XTO MEMORIALS. 
 
 Or a friend sends him a present of "invalid turtle," 
 and receives a letter of thanks, in which, after quoting 
 Horace's " dapibus supremo grata Testudo Jovis," he 
 goes on to pun on the word in seven or eight verses of 
 the happiest rhyming Latin, of which a specimen must 
 suffice : — 
 
 Grato qui fundebatn ori 
 
 Carnem testudineam, 
 Brevem reddo donatori 
 
 Gratiarum lineam. 
 Morsu stimulatus udo 
 
 Cantiis vigor dabitur : 
 
 Vasit caro, sed testudo 
 
 Laudibus pulsabitur. 
 » * * * 
 
 Belli spes est dubia, gesti 
 
 Vaga multitudine : 
 Certus meum tu cepisti 
 
 Facta cor testudine. 
 
 Or a complimentary note to Dr. Longhurst, the 
 Cathedral Organist, after a successful performance of 
 the Oratorio of Samsou : — 
 
 Great Sir, your "Samson" was a thing to hear, 
 
 In woe or triumph it alike was good. 
 And fitly closed th' harmonious career 
 
 By bringing down the house — as Samson should. 
 
 But of the more serious work performed in this old 
 chamber over the gate I should also speak. The Latin
 
 PERSONAL RECOLLECTIONS. xvii 
 
 and English hymns are printed in this volume. The 
 archjcological essays, very few in number, are in the 
 pages of the Kent Society's Journal, or in that of the 
 Archaeological Institute. His essays of this kind were 
 few, as I have said, not above five or six, and that for 
 a good reason ; his subject was always a difficult one, 
 and he treated it exhaustively. There was no scamping 
 in his work. He would never say a thing " will do well 
 enough." He was never satisfied till it was as perfect as 
 he could make it. One who knew him best tells me 
 " He did not mind what trouble or fatigue he went 
 through — it must be made right before it was done 
 with." 
 
 Nor should I omit that when his work was done he 
 was pleased with it. The same informant says, " He 
 was most careful and particular how everything in his 
 home and daily life was done, how his pictures were 
 arranged, how his garden was laid out, — everything — but 
 when it 7vas right he took the most intense and satisfied 
 pleasure in it, and never seemed to tire of it." Of this 
 " happy disposition " many of his friends have borne 
 testimony since his death. One writes, "I think my
 
 xviii MEMORIALS. 
 
 strongest impression when I saw him was his great 
 cheerfulness and brightness." Another observes that, 
 " One always felt so comfortable with him : " and a 
 third, speaking of the long trial which weighed him 
 gradually down into his grave, says, " It would be 
 impossible to imagine a man taking his fate more 
 bravely." He knew for years that there was no cure for 
 him. Yet he appeared to have transferred his hope, not 
 lost it, and when the last moment came he had all his 
 preparations made, quietly and deliberately, like a man 
 going on a journey, who gets ready without troubling 
 others with his plans. In almost his last hours he 
 translated the words of the child's liymn which con- 
 cludes our selection, and with childlike faith resigned' 
 himself into the hands of the "Tender Shepherd." 
 
 Most of his public friends took their farewell of him 
 more than a year previously at the Canterbury Congress 
 ot the Archseological Institute. Here in spite of his 
 weakness he was the life and soul of the meeting, and 
 the central feature of the proceedings was undoubtedly 
 the reading of his paper on " Canterbury till Domesday," 
 in the hall of St. Augustine's College. It was a touching
 
 PERSONAL RECOLLECTIONS. xk 
 
 sight to see the writer helped in to hear the paper read 
 by a friend, and to know that all this hard work had 
 been done under such a weight of illness that he could 
 not so much as turn his head to look at the maps he had 
 made himself. I have the testimony of three of the 
 greatest of living antiquaries and historians, that this 
 paper of Mr. Faussett's was one of the most remarkable 
 ever read at a Congress of the Institute, and only to be 
 compared with the achievements of such archaeological 
 princes as Guest and Willis. 
 
 Canon Robertson writes to me : — " It was soon after 
 this that he was recommended to the editor of the 
 * Encyclopedia Britannica ' as the fittest man to write 
 an article on Canterbury for the new edition ; and having 
 accepted Professor Baynes's invitation, he performed his 
 task so successfully that a writer in the Times, in 
 reviewing the volume, made special mention of his 
 contribution as being a model of its kind. In writing 
 to Mr. FauGsett from abroad, I congratulated him on 
 this notice, to which he answered that he was not aware 
 of it." 
 
 Anxious as he always v/as that whatever he did should
 
 XX MEMORIALS. 
 
 be well done, he cared little for praise, seldom or never 
 spoke of what he had done, and was always ready to 
 hand over notes or information which he had gathered, 
 for the use of any one willing to work. In this way 
 I was not once only, but twice indebted to him for 
 the greater part of the contents of an archa2ological 
 paper, and a hundred times for shorter notes on all 
 kinds of subjects. I make this acknowledgment for 
 myself, but I know that many of his friends and acquaint- 
 ance, and many too with whom he had no acquaintance, 
 owed him information and assistance in similar work, for 
 no one ever sought him in vain. Unlike so many of his 
 contemporaries, he seemed never afraid of diminishing 
 his own store by giving to others. 
 
 I must bring this brief notice to a close by a few 
 words of biographical detail. He was the eighth son of 
 the Rev. Godfrey Faussett, of Heppington, Kent, — D.D. 
 of Oxford, a Canon of Clirist Church, and Lady 
 Margaret Professor of Divinity. He was born at 
 Oxford in 1829, and passed much of his youth at 
 Worcester, in the College Green, his father having been 
 Prebendary there before his translation to Christ Church.
 
 PERSONAL RECOLLECTIONS. xxi 
 
 Both cities were dear to him, but his home feehngs were 
 all reserved for Kent. He early showed that he had 
 inherited fully the tastes of his great-grandfather, Bryan 
 Faussett, for antiquarian research, and {}ulte as a boy 
 devoted his leisure to carrying the outposts of historical 
 study, genealogy, heraldry, and the rudiments of archi- 
 tectural style. He obtained a Scholarship and subse- 
 quently a Fellowship at Corpus Christi College, Oxford, 
 and in 1862 was called to the Bar. In March 1859 
 lie was elected a Fellow of the Society of Antic^uaries. 
 In 1863 he undertook the duties of Honorary Secretary 
 to the Kent Archa3ological Society, and held the post 
 for ten years, when, after having, as I said above, 
 succeeded Mr. Larking in his charge of the great History 
 of Kent, which has been so long in preparation, he was 
 obliged to resign both employments from faihng health. 
 His marriage, on the great happiness of which I forbear 
 to enlarge, had taken place in 1864, and two years 
 later he had gone to live at Canterbury, the Dean and 
 Chapter having in 1866 appointed him their auditor. 
 He had already begun to feel the attacks of the insidious 
 disease against which he was to stniggle for so many
 
 xxii MEMORIALS. 
 
 years, and after 1073, except for the purpose of an 
 ofificial signature, he never attempted to hold the pen. 
 In 187 1 he became District Registrar of the Probate 
 Court. He first appears as a contributor to the 
 Archmlogia Cantiana in 1861; at least, that is the 
 first date at which I find him named. Before this 
 he had written for a couple of years in Eraser's 
 Magazine. lo the Archceological Journal his chief 
 contribution was the " Canterbury till Domesday," 
 already mentioned, but he occasionally wrote a paper 
 during many years. When the Contemporary Review vv'as 
 edited by his friend Dea;i Alford, he sometimes wrote 
 in it : but the wliole number of his articles is small. 
 Several of the hymns in the present volume were first 
 printed in the Latin Year, and one appeared, in 1S75, 
 in the Saturday Revieiv, having been inserted, but 
 without his name, as an alternative rendering in the 
 course of a criticism on another and better known 
 translation. 
 
 He died 26th February 1S77, and is buried in the 
 spot chosen by himself under the old yew-tree in 
 Nackington churchyard. It is a fitting resting-place
 
 PERSONAL RECOLLECTIONS. xxiii 
 
 for the antiquary and for the man. His grave is marked 
 by a very beautiful stoue cross, designed according to 
 liis own wish, from a fragment found in St. Martin's 
 churchyard at Canterbury ; while Nackington Church 
 is the parish church of the old home which he loved, 
 and his ancestry for many generations lie in the 
 chancel. 
 
 And now let me confess that in the very imperfect 
 sketch which I have given of the subject of these 
 memorials, I cannot hope to have satisfied those who 
 knew him best. His rare attainments indeed are matter 
 of some notoriety. 13ut the full beauty of his life — his 
 sw^eet unselfish disposition, his cheerful uncomplaining 
 temper, his deep religious convictions, his humble 
 Christian walk, — these are traits not easily drawn out in 
 a few pages of personal recollections. They must be 
 left — and perhaps they are best so left — written only 
 where they will not soon be efiaced, in the memories o 
 his nearest friends. 
 
 W. J. L.
 
 HYMNS.
 
 MEMORIALS. 
 
 Hues of the rich unfolding morn, 
 That, ere the glorious sun be born, 
 By some soft touch invisible 
 Around his path are tauglit to swell ;- 
 
 Thou rustling breeze so fresh and gay, 
 That dancest forth at opening day, 
 And, brushing by with joyous wing, 
 ^Vakenest each little leaf to sing ; — 
 
 Ye fragrant clouds of dewy steam. 
 By which deep grove and tangled stream 
 Pay, for soft rains in season given. 
 Their tribute to the genial heaven ; —
 
 IIVMNS. 
 
 Dives vario colore, 
 Sole prior, lux Aurorae, 
 Solis ante pedes lata, 
 Arte quadam pandi data 
 
 Aura, jubilans susurris, 
 Primo mane qux procurris, 
 Vivis prreter pennis iens, 
 Foliorum cantus ciens : — 
 
 Nebula, qu£e fumans sponte 
 Seu de silva seu do fonte, 
 Caelum, cujus imbres bibis, 
 Pro tributo niox redibis : — 
 
 B 2
 
 MEMORIALS. 
 
 Why waste your treasures of delight 
 Upon our thankless, joyless sight ; 
 Who day by day to sin awake, 
 Seldom of Heaven and you partake ? 
 
 Oh ! timely happy, timely wise, 
 Hearts that with rising morn arise 
 Eyes that the beam celestial view, 
 Which evermore make all things new ! 
 
 I 
 
 New every morning is the love 
 Our wakening and uprising prove 
 Through sleep and darkness safely brought, 
 Restored to life, and power, and thought. 
 
 New mercies, each returning day, 
 
 Hover around us while we pray ; 
 
 New perils past, new sins forgiven. 
 
 New thoughts of God, new hopes of Heaven,
 
 HYMXS. 
 
 Ergo cur tot frustra <btis 
 Pulchra pigris et ingratis, 
 Qui in pejus vigilamus, 
 
 Vos et caelum ignoramus. 
 
 O quam felix, prudens pergit, 
 Qui surgcnti sole surgit, 
 Jubar id pr?esumens divum, 
 Omnia renovare vivum ! 
 
 Novum per Amorem usque 
 Vigilamus surgimusque 
 Tuti, nocte, somno actis, 
 Vita, mente, vi redactis. 
 
 Nova mane, dum oratur, 
 Cingunt dona. Nova datur 
 Vis pericla, probra mergens, — 
 Mens et spes ad ccelum surgens.
 
 MEMORIALS. 
 
 If on our daily course our mind 
 Be set to hallow all we find, 
 New treasures still, of countless price, 
 God will provide for sacrifice. 
 
 Old friends, old scenes will lovelier be, 
 As more of Heaven in each we see : 
 Some softening gleam of love and prayer 
 Shall dawn on every cross and care. 
 
 As for some dear familiar strain 
 Untir'd we ask, and ask again, 
 Ever in its melodious store 
 Finding a spell unheard before ; 
 
 Such is the bhss of souls serene, 
 
 When they have sworn, and steadfast mean. 
 
 Counting the cost, in all to espy 
 
 Their God, in all themselves deny.
 
 HYMNS. 
 Si diurnas cursum vitae, 
 Cor pro sancto ponat rite, 
 Nova pulchra dat ex eo 
 Deus, qiue reddamus Deo. 
 
 Cselo plena, dulciore 
 Quae amanms slant amorc. 
 Amor, preces alunt lucem, 
 Quse soletur curam, crucem. 
 
 Qualis et, quod bene noscis, 
 Melos itcrum reposcis, 
 E quo toties fit expressum 
 Gaudium adhuc non confossum 
 
 Tales alta pace gaudent, 
 Notas qui per poenas audent 
 Deum semper respexisse, 
 Semper sese subdidisse.
 
 MEMORIALS. 
 O could we learn that sacrifice, 
 What lights would all around us rise ! 
 How would our hearts with wisdom talk 
 Along Life's dullest, dreariest walk ! 
 
 We need not bid, for cloister'd cell, 
 Our neighbour and our work farewell, 
 Nor strive to wind ourselves too high 
 For sinful man beneath the sky : 
 
 'J'he trivial round, the common task, 
 Would furnish all we ought to ask ; 
 Room to deny ourselves ; a road 
 To bring us, daily, nearer God. 
 
 * 
 
 Only, O Lord, in Thy dear love 
 Fit us for perfect Rest above ; 
 And help us, this and every day, 
 To live more nearly as we pray. 
 
 Keblk
 
 HYMNS. 
 
 Vitse si dedamur isti, — 
 Stemus licet nocte tristi, — 
 Quale circa surget lumen ! 
 Quantum discet cor acumen 
 
 Sic nee clausi deseremus 
 Res, amicos, quae habemus : 
 Sic nee accingemur polum 
 Sordid!, quos decet solum. 
 
 Vita simplex, vilis cura, — 
 Satis haec, nee opus plura ; 
 His vesanum cor lenitur ; 
 Hoe in ccelum patet iter. 
 
 Jesu, tantum hoe ! — amatos 
 Paci summaj fae paratos : 
 Fac ut indies gerant sese 
 Tali vita, quali prece.
 
 lo MEMORIALS. 
 
 II. 
 
 Abide with me ! fast falls the eventide; 
 The darkness deepens ; Lord, with me abide ! 
 ^Vhen other helpers fail, and comforts flee. 
 Help of the helpless, O abide with me ! 
 
 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day : 
 Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away ; 
 Change and decay in all around I see ; 
 O Thou who changest not, abide with me I 
 
 I need Thy presence every passing hour ; 
 What but Thy Grace can foil the tempter's power? 
 ^Vho like Thyself my Guide and Stay can be ? 
 Through cloud and sunshine. Lord, abide with me.
 
 IIVMNS.. II 
 
 II. 
 
 Vesper cadit, nox invadit, 
 
 Umbras densatura secum ; 
 Hue adesto, iibi resto, 
 
 Ut pernoctem, Jesu, Tecum, 
 Cum nee detur, qui solctur, 
 
 Nee eireumstet nisi triste, 
 O Qui tamen es Solamen, 
 
 Hospes mane meeum, Christe. 
 
 Parva vite ruit eite 
 
 Dies, velut jestus exit : 
 Ruit deeus, et non secus 
 
 Omnc, mundus quod dilexit. 
 En mutanda, vel vastanda, 
 
 Cuneta cedunt:— at Tu siste ! 
 Tu Qui caris non mutaris 
 
 Hospes mane raecum, Christe. 
 
 Ni Te coram sim per horam, 
 
 Horas mareo desertas. 
 (Quails proftem versus hostem 
 
 Telum nisi Tu divertas? 
 Cui sunt fisi pedes, nisi 
 
 Ducant, firment manus istje ? 
 Sol seu datur, seu celatur. 
 
 Comes perge mecum, Christe.
 
 12 MEMORIALS. 
 
 I fear no foe with Thee at hand to bless ; 
 Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness ; 
 Where is death's sting, where, grave, thy victory ? 
 I triumph still, if Thou abide with me. ' 
 
 Hold Thou Thy Cross before my closing eyes ; 
 Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies ! 
 Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows llee 
 In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me ! 
 
 Lyte.
 
 HYMNS. 
 
 Nihil tremo, tiirbat nemo, 
 
 Adsis si Tu beaturus : 
 Quse sunt rite mala vitre, 
 
 Haec prsetereo securus. 
 O quam spernam tutus urnani ! 
 
 O quis, Mors, triumphus isle ? 
 Vinco sospes ; tantum hospes 
 
 Maneas Tu mecum, Christe. 
 
 Dormienti, vix videnti, 
 
 Tuam O protende Crucem ; 
 Telle velum, monstra caelum, 
 
 Per tenebras after lucem. 
 En Sol surgit cteli ! mergit 
 
 Umbras, mundum, quidquid triste ! 
 Quavis forte, vita, morte, 
 
 Hospes mane mecum, Christe.
 
 14 MEMORIALS. 
 
 III. 
 
 The Church's one foundation 
 
 Is Jesus Christ her Lord ; 
 She is His new creation 
 
 By water and the Word : 
 From Heaven He came and sought her 
 
 To be His holy Bride ; 
 With His own Blood He bought her, 
 
 And for her life He died. 
 
 Elect from every nation, 
 
 Yet one o'er all the earth, 
 Her charter of salvation 
 
 One Lord, one Faith, one Birth : 
 One Holy Name she blesses, 
 
 Partakes one Holy Food, 
 And to one hope she presses 
 
 With every grace endued. 
 
 Though with a scornful wonder 
 Men see her sore opprest,
 
 HYMNS. 
 
 III. 
 
 Qui Ecclcsiam instauravit, 
 
 Non est nisi Christus unus. 
 Ipse Verbo consecravit, 
 
 Ipse Lympha, Suum munus. 
 Crelis exiens denuo, 
 
 Hanc in Sponsam competivit ; 
 Sanguine redemit Suo ; 
 
 Viveret ut ]i?ec, perivit. 
 
 Haec ex orbe lecta sponte, 
 
 Una tamen tanto grege, 
 Uno Deo, Fide, Fonte, 
 
 Constat. — En, qua vivit lege. 
 Unum Cibum scit in cena ; 
 
 Unum Nomen laudat ore ; 
 Gratia confitetur plena 
 
 Spem, quam petat, unam fore. 
 
 Quid si multo Iresam ictu 
 Rideat spernatque turba,
 
 i^ MEMORIALS. 
 
 By schisms rent asunder, 
 
 By heresies distrest : 
 Yet saints their watch are keeping, 
 
 Their cry goes up, " How long ? " 
 And soon the night of weeping 
 
 Shall be the morn of sons. 
 
 Mid toil and tribulation, 
 
 And tumult of her war, 
 She waits the consummation 
 
 Of peace for evermore ; 
 Till with the vision glorious 
 
 Her longing eyes are blest, 
 And the great Church victorious 
 
 Shall be the Church at rest. 
 
 Yet she on earth hath union 
 
 With God the Three in One ; ' ^ "^^ 
 
 And mystic sweet communion 
 
 With those whose rest is won. 
 Oh, happy ones and holy ! 
 
 Lord, give us grace that we, 
 Like them, the meek and lowly 
 
 On high may dwell with Thee 1 
 
 Stone.
 
 HYMNS. 17 
 
 Ruptam schismatis conflictu, 
 
 Falsa vix ferentem verba ? 
 Sancti tamen intuentur; 
 
 " O, quis finis ? " — instant prece. 
 Mox, quae noctem flet, libenter 
 
 Mane cantu pandet sese. 
 
 Inter belli vim minacem, — 
 
 Quicquid duri, tristis, datur, — 
 Stat expectans, donee Pacem 
 
 In setemum nanciscatur. 
 Id speratum mox videbit 
 
 Oculus e quo nitescat ; 
 Victrix et per tot manebit, — 
 
 Eo victrix, ut quiescat. 
 
 Scit interea sociari 
 
 Uni Deo, Tribus junctis : 
 Dulci spe scit commorari 
 
 Pacem nactis, terra functis. 
 Istis Sanctis et Beatis, — 
 
 Parvis et despectis olim, — 
 Sit, o ! nobis Gratise satis, 
 
 Ut jungamur ultra polum !
 
 i8 MEMORIALS. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Hark ! the herald-angels sing 
 Glory to the new-born King, 
 Peace on earth, and mercy mild, 
 God and sinners reconciled. 
 Joyful, all ye nations, rise. 
 Join the trium})h of the skies ; 
 With the angelic host proclaim, 
 Christ is born in Bethlehem. 
 
 Hark ! the herald-angels sing 
 Glory to the new-born King. 
 
 Christ, by highest heaven adored, 
 Christ, the Everlasting Lord, 
 Late in time behold Him come, 
 Offspring of a Virgin's womb. 
 Veiled in flesh the Godhead see ! 
 Hail, the Incarnate Deity!
 
 HYMNS. 19 
 
 IV. 
 
 Audi chorum Angelorum, 
 
 Nati Regis laudatorum, 
 Jussum ferie Pacem terrce, 
 
 Veniamque peccatorum. 
 O gaudentes ite, gentes, — 
 
 Terra;, coeli clamor mistus, — 
 Triumphate, conclamate, 
 
 " Nascitur in Bethlem Christus 
 Audi chorum Angelorum, 
 Nati Regis laudatorum. 
 
 Rex supernus, Rex jeternus, 
 Rex in Ccelis adoratus, 
 
 Deus verus, — venit serus, 
 Proles Virginis creatus. 
 
 Is, cui caelum paret, velum 
 Carnis fert, humanum munus 
 
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 20 MEMORIALS. 
 
 Pleased as Man with man to dwell, 
 
 Jesus, our Immanuel. 
 
 Hark ! the herald-angels sing 
 Glory to the new-born King. 
 
 Hail, the Heaven-bom Prince of Peace ! 
 Hail, the Sun of Righteousness ! 
 Light and life to all He brings, 
 Risen with healing in His wings. 
 Mild He lays His glory by, 
 Born that man no more may die. 
 Born to raise the sons of earth, 
 Born to give them second birth. 
 Hark ! the herald-angels sing 
 Glory to the new-born King. 
 
 Wesley.
 
 HYMNS. 21 
 
 Gaudet homo nostra domo, 
 Deus, sed e nobis unus. 
 Audi Chorum Angelorum, 
 Nati Regis laudatorum. 
 
 Ave deinceps, Pacis Princeps ! 
 
 Ave, Sol tot atra mergens, 
 Luceni, vitam prrebens citam, 
 
 Plena cum salute surgens ! 
 Ecce I regnum ponit dignum 
 
 Mitis, ut sic vincat mortem, 
 Ut huic genti, bis nascenti, 
 
 Det novatam vitae sortem. 
 Audi chorum Angelorum, 
 Nati Regis laudatorum 1
 
 22 MEMORIALS. 
 
 The Son of God goes forth to war, 
 
 A kingly crown to gain, 
 His blood-red banner streams afar; 
 
 Who follows in His train ? 
 Who best can drink his cup of woe, 
 
 Triumphant over pain, 
 Who patient bears his cross below, 
 
 He follows in His train. 
 
 The martyr first, whose eagle eye 
 
 Could pierce beyond the grave. 
 Who saw his Master in the sky, 
 
 And called on Him to save. 
 Like Him, with pardon on his tongue 
 
 In midst of mortal pain, 
 He prayed for them that did the wrong ; 
 
 Who follows in his train ?
 
 IIVMNS. 
 
 PosciT regnum Dei Natus ; 
 
 Pergit pugnatuius : 
 Signi rubor fulget latus, — 
 
 Ecquis secuturus ? 
 Christi si quis haustum trucem 
 
 Fortiter potabit, 
 Cliristi si quis geret crucem, — 
 
 Is commilitabit. 
 
 Ecce primus, — qui per velum 
 
 Mortis Stat explorans, 
 Christum videt inter ccelum, 
 
 Cadit Hunc adorans ; 
 Ictibus oppressus duris 
 
 (Hie exemplar dabit) 
 Veniam orat necaturis, — 
 
 Quis commilitabit?
 
 MEMORIALS. 
 A glorious band, the chosen few 
 
 On whom the Spirit came, 
 Twelve vahant saints, their hope they knew, 
 
 And mocked the cross and flame. 
 They met the tyrant's brandished steel. 
 
 The lion's gory mane. 
 They bowed their necks, the death to feel : 
 
 Who follows in their train? 
 
 A noble army, men and boys. 
 
 The matron and the maid. 
 Around the Saviour's Throne rejoice, 
 
 In robes of light arrayed, 
 lliey climbed the steep ascent of Heaven 
 
 Through peril, toil, and pain ; 
 O God, to us may Grace be given 
 
 To follow in their train. 
 
 Heber.
 
 HYMNS. 25 
 
 Ecce bis sex, — quibus Pater 
 
 Inspiravit lucem, 
 Qui, spes tanta nempe datur, 
 
 Spernunt flammam, crucem ; 
 Sciunt fortes per mucronem 
 
 Quid angoris stabit. 
 Per tyrannum, per leonem, — 
 
 Quis commilitabit ? 
 
 Pueris en senes misti, 
 
 Virgines matronis, 
 Nitent circa sedem Christi 
 
 Vestibus, coronis. 
 Istis per dolorcs datur 
 
 Ad Te perdurare; 
 Istis O concedas Pater, 
 
 Nos commilitare.
 
 26 MEMORIALS. 
 
 VI. 
 
 My God, my Father, while I stray 
 Far from my home, on life's rough way, 
 O teach me from my heart to say. 
 Thy will be done ! 
 
 Thougli dark my path and sad my lot, 
 Let me be still and murmur not, 
 Or breathe the prayer divinely taught, 
 Thy will be done ! 
 
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 If Thou shouldst call me to resign 
 What most I prize, it ne'er was mine, 
 I only yield Thee what is Thine; 
 Thy will be done !
 
 HYMNS. 27 
 
 VI. 
 
 Pater, dum sors est vagari 
 Procul Te in vitas mari, 
 Hoc ex corde da precari — 
 " Fiat voluntas Tua." 
 
 Pergam licet nocte tristi, 
 Fato cedam mitis isti, 
 Dicam, quod Tu docuisti, 
 "Fiat voluntas Tua." 
 
 Si quid pereat percarum, 
 Has res nosco meas parum, 
 Tibi partem do Tuarum; 
 Fiat voluntas Tua,
 
 2S MEMORIALS. 
 
 Should grief or sickness waste away 
 My life in premature decay, 
 My Father ! still I strive to say, 
 Thy will be done. 
 
 Let but my fainting heart be blest 
 With Thy sweet Spirit for its guest, 
 My God, to Thee I leave the rest ; 
 Thy will be clone ! 
 
 Renew my will from day to day ; 
 Blend it with Thine, and take away 
 All that now makes it liard to say, 
 Thy will be done ! 
 
 Then, when on earth I breathe no more, 
 
 The prayer, oft mix'd with tears before, 
 
 I'll sing upon a happier shore, 
 
 Thy will be done! 
 
 Charlotte Elliott.
 
 HYMNS. 29 
 
 Effluam si lento fluctu, 
 Sive morbo sive luctu, 
 Precor usque, tuo ductu — 
 
 " Fiat voluntas Tua ! " 
 
 Cordi nimis aegre gesto 
 Tantum dulcis hospes esto, 
 Caetera securus resto ; 
 
 Fiat voluntas Tua. 
 
 Firmans indies denuo 
 Meum cor commisce Tuo; 
 Melius sic in verba fluo — 
 " Fiat voluntas Tua." 
 
 Deinde, mundo jam distante, 
 Non cum lacrymis, ut ante, 
 Sed vi canam jubilante — 
 
 " Fiat voluntas Tua ! "
 
 30 MEMORIALS. 
 
 VII. 
 
 When I survey the wondrous Cross 
 On which the Prince of Glory died, 
 
 My richest gain I count but loss, 
 And pour contempt on all my pride. 
 
 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast 
 Save in the Cross of Christ my God : 
 
 All the vain things that charm me most, 
 I sacrifice them to His Blood. 
 
 See, from His Head, His Hands, His Feet, 
 Sorrow and love flow mingled down ; 
 
 Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, 
 Or thorns compose so rich a crown? 
 
 Were the whole realm of nature mine, 
 That were an offering far too small; 
 
 I^ove so amazing, so divine, 
 
 Demands my life, my soul, my all. 
 
 Watts.
 
 HYMNS. 
 
 VII. 
 
 MiR/E contemplator crucis, 
 De qua Rex pendebat lucis, 
 Nostra pono liicra damno, 
 Nostra lautiora tenino. 
 
 Me non ullo, Jesu, pacto, 
 Tua nisi cruce, jacto; 
 Queis fruebar mitto frui, 
 Sanguinis secutor Tui. 
 
 En ! de manu, pede, fronte, 
 Amor, dolor manant fonte. 
 O amoris dolor finis ! 
 O corona pulchra spinis ! 
 
 Donum foret tellus tota, 
 Minus quam ad mea vota. 
 En ! amori tantis digno 
 Mentem, vitam, me, resigno.
 
 32 
 
 MEMORIALS. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 O Lord of heaven and earth and sea, 
 To Thee all praise and glory be ; 
 How shall we show our love to Thee, 
 Who givest all? 
 
 The golden sunshine, vernal air, 
 Sweet flowers and fruit Thy love declare; 
 When harvests ripen, Thou art there, 
 Who givest all. 
 
 For peaceful homes, and healthful days. 
 For all the blessings earth displays, 
 We owe Thee thankfulness and praise, 
 Who givest all.
 
 HYMNS. 33 
 
 VIII. 
 
 O Rex terrse, maris, poH, 
 Laus et honor Tibi soli ! 
 Quo amore debes coli, 
 Qui largiris omnia. 
 
 Te favente, ver renidet, 
 Fruges, floras terra videt ; 
 Tuum est quod messis ridet, 
 Qui largiris omnia. 
 
 Tibi, quod sunt pax salusque, 
 Vita bona, grates usque 
 En debemus dabimusque, 
 Qui largiris omnia. 
 
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 34 MEMORIALS. 
 
 For souls redeemed, for sins forgiven, 
 For means of grace and hopes of heaven, 
 What can to Thee, O Lord, be given, 
 
 4 
 
 Who givest all? 
 
 We lose what on ourselves we spend. 
 We have as treasure without end 
 Whatever, Lord, to Thee, we lend. 
 Who givest all. 
 
 Whatever, Lord, we lend to Thee, 
 Repaid a thousandfold will be; 
 Then gladly will we give to Thee, 
 Who givest all. 
 
 To Thee, from Whom we all derive 
 Our life, our gifts, our power to give; 
 O may we ever with Thee live, 
 Who givest all. 
 
 Bp. Wordsworth.
 
 HYMNS. 35 
 
 Tibi, quod redemti stamus, 
 Graliam, cselum quod speramus, 
 Rursus, Pater, quid reddamus, 
 Qui largiris omnia ? 
 
 Si quo fruar, perdo totum ; 
 Id pro lucro stat immotum, 
 Quicquid Tibi sit devotum, 
 Qui largiris omnia. 
 
 Nam quod deponamus ibi, 
 Mille fructus auget sibi ; 
 Largiamur ergo Tibi, 
 Qui largiris omnia. 
 
 Vitae sic jungamur isti, 
 O qui vitam prcebuisti, ■ ' 
 
 Qui, quod damns, et dedisti. 
 Qui largiris omnia. 
 
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 36 MEMORIALS. 
 
 IX. 
 
 O Lord, while thus in psalm and prayer 
 
 Our voices we uplift, 
 Fain would the hand Thy worship share 
 
 And praise Thee with a gift. 
 
 Thine are the joys in which we live — 
 Thine all our hopes of Heav'n ; 
 
 O let us ponder, ere we give, 
 What Thou for us hast given. 
 
 The rich shall bring from golden store, 
 The poor shall yield his mite, 
 
 Each heart-drawn gift, nor less, nor more, 
 But equal in Thy sight. 
 
 So may to us those words divine 
 One day Thy welcome be — ^* 
 
 " Because thou gavest unto Mine, 
 Thou gavest unto Me." 
 
 T. G. G.-F.
 
 HYMNS. 37 
 
 IX. 
 
 Cantu, prcce, Christe, sese 
 
 Voces sustulere ; 
 Ecce donum, laudi bonum, 
 
 Manus vult prcebere. 
 
 De te rite pulchra vitas 
 
 Cffili spes futuri ; 
 Qua3 debemus, reputemus 
 
 Tibi reddituri. 
 
 Dives horum trad it aurum, 
 Parvus parva dabit : 
 
 Mens devota, tibi nota, 
 Minus plus cequabit. 
 
 O in fine, die, Divine, 
 Stratis ante thronum, 
 
 *' Meis istis quod dedistis, 
 Mihi fuit donum."
 
 3S MEMORIALS. 
 
 X. 
 
 Holy oft'rings, rich and rare, 
 Offerings of praise and prayer — 
 Purer life and purpose high — 
 Clasped hands and hfted eye — 
 Lowly acts of adoration 
 To the God of our Salvation — 
 — On His altar laid we leave them. 
 Christ, present them — God, receive them ! 
 
 Promises in sorrow made. 
 
 Left, alas ! too long unpaid — 
 
 Fervent wishes, earnest thought, 
 
 Never into action wrought — 
 
 Long withheld we now restore them, 
 
 On Thy holy altar pour them. 
 
 There in trembling faith to leave them — 
 
 Christ, present them — God, receive them !
 
 HYMNS. 39 
 
 Deus, pulchra, quibus gaudes, 
 En oblata; preces, laudes, 
 Clari nisus, puri cultus, 
 Sublevati manus, vultus, 
 Flexum genu, quo adorem 
 Humilis Te Salvatorem — 
 — Hoc in aram omne datur ; 
 Praefer, Jesu — sume, Pater ! 
 
 Vota ab segro facta quondam, 
 Eheu ! peisoluta nondum — • 
 Vim optatam, spas prospectas, 
 Eheu 1 adhuc imperfectas — 
 Serus tandem reddo Tibi; 
 Tremens, libo tamen ibi : 
 Quod cum fide conservatur, 
 Praifer, Christe — sume, Pater !
 
 40 MEMORIALS. 
 
 Vows and longings, hopes and fears, 
 Broken-hearted sighs and tears — 
 Dreams of what we yet might be, 
 Could we cling more close to Thee, 
 That in spite of faults and failings 
 Help Thy grace in its prevailings — 
 — On Thine altar laid we leave them, 
 Christ, present them — God, receive them ! 
 
 Pleasant food and garb of pride, 
 
 Put for conscience' sake aside — 
 
 Lawful luxury forgone, " - . 
 
 To relieve some little one 
 
 Loved of Christ, by Him befriended. 
 
 And for Plis dear love attended, — 
 
 — On Thine altar laid we leave them, ' 
 
 Christ, present them — God, receive them ! 
 
 Sinful thoughts and wilful ways — 
 Love of self and human praise — 
 Pride of life and lust of eye — 
 Worldly pomp and vanity —
 
 HYMNS. 41 
 
 Quicquid opto spe metuque, 
 Lacrimisque singultuque, — 
 Id quod niox ex voto forem, 
 Te amplexus propiorem, 
 Quod cum velim, ducor rursus 
 Tecum meliora versus — 
 Hoc in aram Tibi dalur; 
 Prefer, Jesu — sume, Pater ! 
 
 Si quid amo, vestem, victum, 
 Sa^pe sit ob Te relictum : 
 Ssepe cedam, queis fas frui, 
 (jaudia, ut amore Tui 
 Subministrem cuidam horum, 
 Jesu, Tibi amatorum : — 
 — Votum hoc in aram datur ; 
 Prajfer, Christe — sume, Pater ! 
 
 Quod indign^ puto, volo — 
 Quas a mundo laudes colo — 
 Quicfpid cupio non rite, 
 Gaudia profana vitas —
 
 42 MEMORIALS. 
 
 Faults that let and will not leave us, 
 Tho' their staying sorely grieve us, — 
 — Help, O help us to outlive them ; 
 Christ, atone for — God, forgive them ! 
 
 Loveless life and joyless mood — 
 
 Chill of cold ingratitude — 
 
 When the world doth Christ betray, 
 
 Following too far away — 
 
 Sins which in this daily trial 
 
 Lead too often to denial — 
 
 — Help, O help us to outlive them ; 
 
 Christ, atone for — God, forgive them ! 
 
 Brighter joys and tenderer tears, — 
 Fonder faith, more faithful fears, — 
 Lowlier penitence for sin, — 
 More of Christ our souls within — 
 Love whicli, when its life was newer, 
 Burnt within us deeper, truer — 
 — Lost too long, while we deplore them, 
 Jesus, plead for — God, restore them !
 
 HYMNS. 43 
 
 Probri si quid adliuc haeret, 
 Quanquam cor jamdudum mceret, 
 — Sis ob hsec, ne perstcm reus, 
 Hostia, Jesu — clemens, Deus ! 
 
 Quod ingratus, durus vivo, 
 Congelato vitce rivo — 
 Quod, cum Tu tradaris, tutus 
 Ipse procul sum secutus 
 Quod, cum multum tenter ego. 
 Me Te scire sa;pe nego — 
 — Sis ob hsec, ne perstem reus, 
 Hostia, Christe — clemens, Deus ! 
 
 At mens Iseta, mresta verb — 
 Ardor, pudor, qui fuere — 
 Major de peccatis luctus — 
 Ssepius Tu in me inductus — 
 Qui ardebat purus Tui 
 Amor, juvenis quuni fui — 
 — Hoc amissum ut reddatur, 
 Ora, Jesu — cede, Pater ! ,
 
 44 MEMORIALS. 
 
 Beamings of the gentle Face — 
 Overflowing gifts of grace — 
 More of that deep consciousness 
 Of a changeless will to bless, 
 Which bestows the best assurance 
 Of Eternal Love's endurance — 
 — Lost too often we deplore them : 
 Jesus, plead for — God, restore them ! 
 
 Homage of each humble heart, 
 
 Ere we from Thy House depart — 
 
 Worship fervent, deep and high, 
 
 Adoration, ecstasy — ■ 
 
 All that childlike love can render 
 
 Of devotion true and tender — 
 
 — On Thine altar laid we leave them ; 
 
 Christ, present them — God, receive them ! 
 
 To the Father and the Son 
 And the Spirit, Three in One, 
 Though our mortal weakness raise 
 Off rings of imperfect praise.
 
 HYMNS. 45 
 
 Tui viiltus lux serena — 
 
 Ex Te gratia plus quam plena — 
 
 Me agnoscere securum 
 
 Te per cuncta beaturum, 
 
 Sic et scire certiorem 
 
 Dei perdurare amorem — 
 
 — PrDetermissum hoc reddatur 
 
 Ora, Christe — cede, Pater! 
 
 Jamque thus submissae mentis, 
 Ab altari discedentis. — 
 Ardor erga Te perfectus — 
 Saliens in laudem pectus — 
 Cordis fides peramantis 
 Pura, simplex, ut infantis — 
 — Hoc postremum conservatur ; 
 Prsefer, Jesu — cede, Pater ! 
 
 Deus Pater, Deus Nate, 
 Deus Spiritus Beate, 
 Parva licet parvi cordis 
 Surgant hzec tributa laudis, —
 
 46 MEMORIALS. 
 
 Yet with hearts bow'd down most lowly, 
 Crying Holy ! Holy ! Holy ! 
 On Thine altar laid we leave them ; 
 Christ, present them — God, receive them ! 
 
 MONSELL.
 
 HYMNS. 47 
 
 At, O Trine, dum Ter Sanctum 
 Te clamamus inter planctum, 
 Quod per Spiritum libatur, 
 Froefer, Fili — sume, Pater !
 
 48 MEMORIALS. 
 
 XI. 
 
 Vital spark of heavenly flame ! 
 
 Quit, oh quit this mortal frame ! 
 
 Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying. 
 
 Oh the pain, the bliss of dying ! 
 Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife, 
 And let me languish into life ! 
 
 Hark ! they whisper ; angels say, 
 
 Sister spirit, come away ! 
 
 What is this absorbs me quite ? 
 
 Steals my senses, shuts my sight, 
 Drowns my spirits, draws my breath? 
 Tell me, my soul, can this be death ? 
 
 The world recedes ; it disappears ! 
 Heaven opens on my eyes ! my ears 
 
 With sounds seraphic ring : 
 I^end, lend your wings ! I mount ! I fly 
 O Grave! where is thy victory? 
 
 O Death ! where is thy sting ? 
 
 Pope.
 
 HYMNS. 
 
 XL 
 
 49 
 
 Vir^ flamnia, vis cselestis, 
 Membris O discedas istis, 
 Hoerens, niista spe timori — 
 Quam sit trux, quam dulce, niori ! 
 Mitte nisus hos, natura, 
 Intra vitam sic lapsura. 
 
 Audin' ? Angeli, dum moror, 
 " Exi," dicunt, " exi, soror ! " 
 Et quid ergo sensus capit, — 
 Caecat visum, mentem rapit, — 
 Cordi vires, voces ori, 
 Solvit ? — Hocne tandem mori ? 
 
 Vadit terra ; — cerno ckIos ; — ' 
 Audio sanctorum melos, 
 Dulce carmen. Pennas ergo, 
 Date pennas ! — Ecce, surgo ! 
 Quam Sepulcro sum invictus ! 
 O quam nil est IMortis ictus ? 
 
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 50 MEMORIALS. 
 
 XII. 
 
 'Tis gone, that bright and orbed blaze, 
 Fast fading from our wistful gaze ; 
 Yon mantling cloud has hid from sight 
 The last faint pulse of quivering light. 
 
 In darkness and in weariness 
 The traveller on his way must press, 
 No gleam to watch on tree or tower, 
 Whiling away the lonesome hour. 
 
 Sun of my soul ! Thou Saviour dear. 
 It is not night if Thou be near : 
 Oh ! may no earth-born cloud arise 
 To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes. 
 
 When round Thy wondrous works below 
 My searching rapturous glance I throw. 
 Tracing out Wisdom, Power, and Love, 
 In earth or sky, in stream or grove ; —
 
 HYMNS. 5' 
 
 XII. 
 
 En, ut cecidit defectu 
 Flamnieus orbis e conspectu ! 
 Nubis induens latebras 
 Treniit jubar in tenebras. 
 
 Corde fesso, rapta die, 
 Viatorem tsedet viae. 
 Nee in folia, nee in cedes 
 Lux trajecta mulcet pedes. 
 
 O Salvator 1 O Sol vitte ! 
 Noctem nescio, ccrnam si Te. 
 Mihi nil de terra surgal, 
 Quicquid Te sub nube mergat. 
 
 Sic, — in cursu dum diurno 
 Quid des mirum raptus cerno, 
 Quantum ames, scias, possis, 
 Terra, polo, rivis, boscis ; — 
 
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 52 MEMORIALS. 
 
 Or by the light Thy words disclose 
 Watch Time's full river as it flows, 
 Scanning Thy gracious Providence, 
 Where not too deep for mortal sense : — 
 
 When with dear friends sweet talk I hold, 
 And all the flowers of life unfold ; 
 Let not my heart within me burn, 
 Except in all 1 Thee discern. 
 
 When the soft dews of kindly sleep 
 My wearied eyelids gently steep, 
 Be my last thought, how sweet to rest 
 For ever on my Saviour's breast. 
 
 Abide with me from morn till eve, 
 For without Thee I cannot live; 
 Abide with me when night is nigh, 
 For without Thee I dare not die. 
 
 Keble.
 
 HYMNS. S3 
 
 — I>um, ad quod dedisti lumen, 
 Plenum vitce lustro flumen, 
 Te Tuamque vim emensus, 
 Quti non gurges fallat sensus ; — 
 
 Dum, amicos et amores 
 Inter, vitae lego flores ; — 
 Horum nil gavisus tentem, 
 Cernam nisi Te pra^sentem. 
 
 Somni ros cum rigat demum, 
 Hoc in votis sit supremum, 
 " O si dormiam projectus 
 In ffiternum Christi pectus ! " 
 
 Adsis prima, sera luce ; 
 Odi vitam Te non duce. 
 Adsis et ad noctis sorteni ; 
 Te non duce tremo mortem. 
 
 UtiJinisJird.
 
 54 INIEMORIALS. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 Holy, Holy, Holy ! Lord God Almighty ! 
 
 Early in the morning our song shall rise to Thee 
 Holy, Holy, Holy ! merciful and mighty ; 
 
 God in Three Persons, Blessed Trinity ! 
 
 Holy, Holy, Holy ! all the saints adore Thee, 
 
 Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea ; 
 
 Cherubim and Seraphim falling down before Thee, 
 Which wert, and art, and evermore shall be. 
 
 Holy, Holy, Holy ! though the darkness hide Thee, 
 Though the eye of sinful man Thy glory may not see, 
 
 Only Thou art Holy : There is none beside Thee 
 Perfect in power, in love, and purity.
 
 HYMNS. 55 
 
 XIII. 
 
 Une, Bine, Trine, 
 
 Domine divine ! 
 Sole primo surgent Tibi laudes matutinne. 
 
 Semel bisque terque 
 
 Sancte Rex, Paterque, 
 Uno Deo Trinitas, beata nunc semperque ! 
 
 Sancte, Magne, Bone ! 
 
 Quot sanctorum pronse 
 Tibi circa sedem cadunt aurese coron.-e 
 
 O Qui nunquam peris. 
 
 Eras, es, et eris. 
 Super angelos laudantes quale sceptrum geris I 
 
 Trine, Bine, Une ! 
 
 Tenebrai jejunal 
 Tuam celant gloriam ob vitiuni commune ; 
 
 Sanctus tamen restas, 
 
 Solus, cui potestas 
 Sumnia, summus insit amor, summaque majestas.
 
 56 MEMORIALS. 
 
 Holy, Holy, Holy 1 Lord God Almighty ! 
 All Thy works shall praise Thy Name, in earth, and sky 
 and sea ; 
 Holy, Holy, Holy ! merciful and mighty ! 
 God in Three Persons, Blessed Trinity! 
 
 Heber.
 
 HYMNS. 57 
 
 Une, Bine, Trine, 
 
 Maxim e, Divine ! 
 Te res terrae celebrant, aerire, marinse. 
 
 Audi, Pater, Nate, 
 
 Spiritus Beate, 
 Uno Deo Trinitas, et Une Trinitate !
 
 S8 MEMORIALS. 
 
 XIV. 
 
 Jesu, Lover of my soul, 
 
 Let me to Thy Bosom fly, 
 While the gathering waters roll, 
 
 While the tempest still is high 
 Hide me, O my Saviour, hide. 
 
 Till the storm of life be past; 
 Safe into the haven guide, 
 
 O receive my soul at last. 
 
 Other refuge have I none; 
 
 Liangs my helpless soul on Thee 
 Leave, ah ! leave me not alone, 
 
 Still support and comfort me. 
 All my trust on Thee is stayed, 
 
 All my help from Thee I bring: 
 Cover my defenceless head 
 
 With the shadow of Thy wing.
 
 HYMNS. 59 
 
 XIV. 
 
 O Cui, Jesu, sum dilectus, 
 Tuum fuga sit in pectus, 
 Surgit pontus dum arrectus, 
 
 Ingruuntque flamina ! 
 Condar sic in Te reductus, 
 Vitffi ventis haud obstiuctus 
 Intra portum, ultra fluctus 
 
 Demum restet anima. 
 
 Nihil aliud me defendet, 
 Exspes de Te vita pendct ; 
 O ne veta, pes quo tendet, 
 
 Vim, solamen appeti. 
 In Te spes est fixa solo, 
 Opem nisi Tuam nolo, 
 Tuam pennam scutum volo 
 
 Indefenso capiti.
 
 6o MEMORIALS. 
 
 Plenteous grace with Thee is found, 
 
 Grace to cleanse from every sin ; 
 Let the healing streams abound, 
 
 Make and keep me pure within. 
 Thou of Life the Fountain art, 
 
 Freely let me take of Thee; 
 Spring Thou up within my heart, 
 
 Rise to all eternity. 
 
 Wesley.
 
 HYMNS. 6i 
 
 Gratias Tecum surgit satis, 
 Qua piamen sit peccatis ; 
 Rivis O redunda gratis, 
 
 Purgans mentis latebras : 
 Tu Fons vitre ; Tu ne scire 
 Sinas me quid sit sitire ; 
 Tuas semper ebullire 
 
 Des in corde scatebras.
 
 62 MEMORIALS. 
 
 XV. 
 
 Lead, kindly Light, amid th' encircling gloom, 
 
 Lead Thou me on ; 
 The night is dark, and I am far from home ; 
 
 Lead Thou m.e on. 
 Keep Thou my feet ; I do not ask to see 
 The distant scene ; one step enough for me. 
 
 I was not ever thus, nor pray'd that Thou 
 
 Shouldst lead me on ; 
 I loved to choose and see my path ; but now 
 
 Lead Thou me on. 
 I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears. 
 Pride ruled my will : remember not past years. 
 
 So long Thy Power has blest me, sure it still 
 
 Will lead me on 
 O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till 
 
 The night is gone. 
 And with the morn those angel faces smile 
 Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile. 
 
 J. H. Newman.
 
 HYMNS. 63 
 
 XV. 
 
 Lux grata, per celata 
 
 Due me tandem secuturum ; ' 
 Errant pedes, distat sedes ; 
 
 Due per noctem in securum. 
 Tutos per Te gradus spero ; 
 Unum cernam, plus non (^urero. 
 
 Haud sic quondam veni : nondum 
 
 Ducem supplex Te petebam : 
 ^leo nisu, meo visa 
 
 Ducem fretus nesciebam, 
 Audax die, per timores 
 Prseceps. Sed o h?ec ignores. 
 
 At Tu rursum dabis cursum : 
 
 Dux fuisti, dux et fies 
 Per futura vise dura, . 
 
 Nova donee pandet dies 
 Angclorum heu ! neglectos 
 Risus, olim quani dilectos !
 
 64 MEMORIALS. 
 
 XVI. 
 
 Nearer, my God, to Thee, 
 
 Nearer to Thee ! 
 E'en though it be a cross 
 
 That raiseth me ; 
 Still all my song shall be, 
 Nearer, my God, to Thee, 
 
 Nearer to Thee ! 
 
 Though like a wanderer, 
 The sun gone down, 
 
 Darkness comes over me, 
 My rest a stone ; 
 
 Yet in my dreams I'd be 
 
 Nearer, my God, to Thee, 
 Nearer to Thee ! 
 
 There let my way appear 
 Steps unto Heaven ; 
 
 All that Thou send'st to me 
 In mercy given ;
 
 HYMNS. 65 
 
 XVI. 
 
 Deus, O propior 
 Trahar in Te; 
 Imnio si crux erit 
 Quae mihi dux erit, , 
 
 Qua; trahat me ; 
 Id tamen voveam, 
 Canens id foveam, 
 Quo me promoveam, 
 Deus, in Te. 
 
 Sol iter deserit, 
 
 Sum sine spe ; 
 Nox venit rapide, 
 Caput in lapide 
 
 Sustinet se. 
 At Tu per omnia 
 Adsis in somnia, 
 Trahar et dormiens, 
 Deus, in Te. 
 
 Scalre stent ibi, quae 
 
 Surgant ad Te ; 
 Quoquo des omine, 
 Durum si nomine, 
 Gratum sit re;
 
 66 MEMORIALS. 
 
 Angels to beckon me 
 Nearer, my God, to Thee, 
 Nearer to Thee ! 
 
 Then with my waking thoughts 
 
 Bright with Thy praise. 
 Out of my stony griefs 
 
 Bethel I'll raise ; 
 So by my woes to be 
 Nearer, my God, to Thee, 
 
 Nearer to Thee I 
 
 Or if on joyful wing. 
 
 Cleaving the sky. 
 Sun, moon, and stars forgot. 
 
 Upwards I fly, 
 Still all my song shall be, 
 Nearer, my God, to Thee, 
 
 Nearer to Thee ! 
 
 Sarah Adams.
 
 HYMNS. 67 
 
 Ibi velocibus 
 Pedibus, vocibus 
 Provocent Angeli, 
 Deus, in Te. 
 
 Laudans sic vigilem ; 
 
 Sic, modo quje 
 Mala stant saxea, 
 In Bethel mox ea 
 
 Erigant se ; 
 Sic pro ardoribus 
 Utar angoribus, 
 Ductus doloribus, 
 
 Deus, in Te. 
 
 Signa sol, luna, res 
 
 Vaneant hoe, 
 Et per setheria 
 Ala non cerea 
 
 Sublevet me, — 
 Id tamen voveam, 
 Canens id foveam. 
 Quo me promoveam, 
 
 Deus, in Te. 
 
 F 2
 
 68 MEMORIALS. 
 
 XVII. 
 
 " Christian ! seek not yet repose," 
 Hear thy guardian angel say ; 
 
 Thou art in the midst of foes ; 
 
 "Watch and pray." 
 
 Principalities and powers, 
 Mustering their unseen array, 
 Wait for thy unguarded hours; 
 
 " Watch and pray." 
 
 Gird thy heavenly armour on. 
 Wear it ever night and day ; 
 Ambushed lies the evil one ; 
 
 "Watch and pray." 
 
 Hear the victors who o'ercame ; 
 Still they mark each warrior's way; 
 All with one sweet voice exclaim, 
 "Watch and pray."
 
 HYMNS. 69 
 
 xvrr. 
 
 DoRMi nondum, miles Christi ; 
 Cseli vox est, quam audisti ; 
 Hostes ubi stant, venisti ; 
 
 Ora tu et vigila. 
 
 Mali duces, mals gentes, 
 Vim secretam colligentes, 
 Horas manent desidentes ; 
 
 Ora tu et vi^rila. 
 
 o 
 
 Circumcingas arnia creli, 
 Nocte, die compos teli 
 Latet hostis : memor proeli, 
 
 Ora tu et vigila. 
 
 En victores, qui amore 
 
 Te victorem volunt fore, 
 
 Omncs uno suadent ore, 
 
 "Ora tu et vigila."
 
 70 MEMORIALS. 
 
 Hear, above all, hear thy Lord, 
 Him thou lovest to obey; 
 Hide v.'ithin thy heart His word, 
 " Watch and pray." 
 
 Watch, as if on that alone 
 Hung the issue of the day; 
 Pray, that help may be sent down ; 
 "Watch and pray." 
 
 Charlotte Elliott.
 
 HYMNS. 7» 
 
 Ell quern amas, en cui pares, 
 Dixit Jesus ut perstares, 
 Cordi vocem ut servares, 
 
 " Ora tu et vigila." 
 
 Vigilans, te lanquam sine 
 Non triumphus sit in fine, — 
 Orans, detur ut Divine, — 
 
 Ora sic et vigila. 
 
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 72 MEMORIALS. 
 
 XVIII. 
 
 Our blest Redeemer, ere He breathed 
 
 His tender last farewell, 
 A Guide, a Comforter bequeathed 
 With us to dwell. 
 
 He came sweet influence to impart, 
 
 A gracious, willing Guest, 
 While He can find one humble hearl 
 Wherein to rest. 
 
 And His that gentle Voice we hear, 
 
 Soft as the breath of even. 
 That checks each thought, that calms each fear, 
 And speaks of heaven. 
 
 And every virtue we possess, 
 And every conquest won, 
 And every thought of holiness, 
 Are His alone.
 
 HYMNS. 73 
 
 XVIU. 
 
 Jesus, quando per a,morem 
 "Vale" suum suspiraret, 
 Ducem dedit, Solatorem, 
 Nobis qui perstaret. 
 
 Adest ergo gratus hospes, 
 Dulci certus vi manere, 
 Uno dum in corde sospes 
 Parvo scit sedere. 
 
 Illius et, quae mitis venit 
 
 Vox, par zephyro cadenti, 
 Ponit metus, vires lenit, 
 Caelum pra;fert menti. 
 
 Illius, si quai virtus surgit, 
 
 Si quid mali triumphatur, 
 Si quid mens in sanctum pergit. 
 Sic, nee secus, datur.
 
 74 MEMORIALS. 
 
 Spirit of purity and grace, 
 
 Our weakness, pitying, see : 
 O make our hearts Thy dwelling-place, 
 And worthier Thee. 
 
 O praise the Father ; praise the Son ; 
 
 Blest Spirit, praise to Thee ; 
 All praise to God, the Three in One, 
 The One in Three. 
 
 Harriett Auber.
 
 HYMNS. 75 
 
 Spiritus O dulcis ! homo 
 
 Cum nil purum conscit sibi, 
 Tibi sit cor nostrum domo, 
 Purius, quia Tibi. 
 
 Sic laudemus Patrem, Natum, 
 Et Te, Sancte, vi communi, 
 Unum Tribus consummatum, 
 Tres innexos Uni.
 
 76 MEMORIALS. 
 
 XIX. 
 
 Lord, I had planned to do Thee service true, 
 To be more humbly watchful unto prayer, 
 
 More faithful in obedience to Thy Word, 
 More bent to put away all earthly care. 
 
 I thought of sad hearts comforted and healed. 
 Of wanderers turned into the pleasant way, 
 
 Of little ones preserved from sinful snare, 
 
 Of dark homes brightened with a heavenly ray ; 
 
 Of time all consecrated to Thy will, 
 
 Of strength spent gladly for Thee day by day, 
 When suddenly the Heavenly Mandate came 
 
 That I should give it all, at once, away. 
 
 Thy blessed Hand came forth and laid me down, 
 Turned every beating pulse to throbs of pain, 
 
 Hushed all my prayers into one feeble cry, 
 Then bid me to believe that loss was gain.
 
 HYMNS. 77 
 
 XIX. 
 
 Scis quae proposui prima mihi, Christe, juventa : 
 
 Servire, et valida pervigilare prece, 
 Usque niagis mea summa Tuo subducere verbo. 
 
 Usque minus nostras cordi adhibere vices. 
 
 Proposui afflictae prsebenda levamina menti, 
 Suadendam erranti quae sit amo^na, viam ; 
 
 Ut vitii falsas arcerem infantibus artes, 
 
 Inveherem in miseras ut jubar usque domos. 
 
 Et Tibi promisi me sacram ascribere vitam, 
 Et Tibi vim totam cedere quaque die. 
 
 En, ego quae vovi. Subito mandata jubebat 
 Vox Tua, — et e votis nil manet inde meis. 
 
 Dextra (et amo dextram) tetigit Tua, solvit et artus 
 Intremuit venis, ardor ubi ante, dolor : 
 
 Vagitu siluere preces : vox insuper ista 
 
 Jussit, ut hcec scircm ponere damna lucro.
 
 78 MEMORIALS. 
 
 And was it loss to have indulged such hopes ? 
 
 Nay, they were gifts from out the Inner Shrine, 
 Garlands, that I might hang about Thy Cross, 
 
 Gems to surrender at the Call Divine. 
 
 As chiselled image unresisting lies, 
 
 In niche by its own sculptor's hand designed, 
 So to my unemployed and silent life. 
 
 Let me in quiet meekness be resigned. 
 
 If works of Faith, and labours sweet of Love, 
 May not be mine, yet patient Hope can be 
 
 Within my heart, like a briglit censer's fire, 
 With incense of Thanksgiving mounting free. 
 
 Thou art our Pattern to the end of time, 
 O Crucified ! and perfect is Thy Will ; 
 
 The workers follow Thee in doing good, 
 The helpless think of Calvary, and are still.
 
 HYMNS. 79 
 
 Nec fuerat damno me spes accingier istas ; 
 
 Quae sunt ex adytis intima dona Tuis, 
 Serta dabas, Cruce qu?e suspendere vota juvaret, 
 Gemmas, quas cuperem reddere voce Tua, 
 
 /.■?• 
 
 Qualis et immota est, fecit quam sculptor imago, 
 Et jacet in proprio, quern dedit ipse, loco, 
 
 Talis ego, ut cui vita tacens et inutilis instet. 
 Quod Tu das patiar, nec Tibi murmur eat. 
 
 Quid si infecta Fide pendent opera alta, laborque 
 Si cadit infectus, quem mihi suasit Amor; ' 
 
 E tribus una tamen, sacro Spes permanet igne, 
 Grataque in hac flamma. mens salit usque Deum. 
 
 Fidum, O Christe, Tuis exemplar ad omnia prsestas ; 
 
 Semper erat justum, quod fore cuique jubes. 
 Vita quidem validis prcesto est Tua, et inde labores ; 
 
 Prsesto est debilibus Crux Tua, et inde quies. 
 
 Note. — In one or two lines which had obviously been left ivithotit the last 
 touches, slight alterations have been introduced.
 
 8o MEMORIALS. 
 
 XX, 
 
 " By Jesus' grave on either hand, 
 
 While night is brooding o'er the land, ,', 
 
 The sad and silent mourners stand. 
 
 At last the weary life is o'er, 
 
 The agony and conflict sore 
 
 Of Him Who all our sufferings bore. 
 
 Deep in the rock's sepulchral shade 
 
 The Lord, by Whom the worlds were made, 
 
 The Saviour of mankind, is laid. 
 
 O hearts bereaved and sore distressed, 
 Here is for you a place of rest, — 
 Here leave your griefs on Jesus' Breast. 
 
 So when the Dayspring from on high 
 Shall chase the night and fill the sky, 
 Then shall the Lord again draw nigh. 
 
 I. Gregory Smith.
 
 HYMNS. 8i 
 
 XX. 
 
 Incubat terris ubi nox, utrinque 
 Ad novum Christi vigiles sepulchrum 
 En duse, flentes miscraeque visu, 
 Stantque silentque. 
 
 Nempe jam finis ; posuitque demum 
 Vulnera et luctus, onus acre vitce, 
 Qui sue nostros etiam dolores 
 Corde ferebat. 
 
 Hac in angusta jacet Ille clausus 
 Rupe, qui struxit Deus ipse terras, 
 Qui prills victos homines ab ima 
 Morte redemit. 
 
 O pia et luctu nimis regra corda, 
 Hkc datur tandem requies doloris. 
 Hie datur vestras posuisse Christi in 
 Pectore curas. 
 
 Sic, ubi e cselo properans ad ortum 
 Plena Lux noctem penetrarit, ipsum 
 Rursus en ! fidis reduceni Ucebit 
 Cernere Christum. 
 
 G
 
 S2 MEMORIALS. 
 
 XXI. 
 
 Great God, what do I see and hear ! 
 
 The end of things created ! 
 The Judge of mankind doth appear 
 
 On clouds of glory seated ! 
 The trumpet sounds : the graves restore 
 The dead which they contained before : 
 
 Prepare, my Soul, to meet Him ! 
 
 RiNGWOLD.
 
 HYMNS. 83 
 
 XX r. 
 
 QuANTO visu, quali sono, 
 Deus, rerum finem jubes ! 
 
 In fulgenti Judex throno 
 Sedet mirus inter nubes ! 
 
 Tuba tonuit superna ; 
 
 Quos tenebat, reddit urna ; 
 
 Mens, parens in seterna. 
 
 Unjinished. 
 
 G 2
 
 84 MEMORIALS. 
 
 XXII. 
 
 Art thou weary, art thou languid, 
 
 Art thou sore distrest? 
 " Come to Me," saith One, " and coming, 
 
 Be at rest." 
 
 Hath He marks to lead me to Him, 
 
 If He be my Guide? 
 " In His Feet and Hands are Wound-prints, 
 
 And His Side." 
 
 Hath He diadem, as monarch. 
 That His Brow adorns ? 
 
 '' Yea, a Crown, in very surety 
 But of Thorns ! "
 
 HYMNS. Ss 
 
 XXII. 
 
 Tune fessus, — tune pressus 
 Cura stas edace? — 
 
 "Ad Me veni, sisque leni," 
 Est Qui dixit, " Pace." 
 
 Ecquid habet Hie, quo stabit 
 Signo Dux notatus ? 
 
 "Vide Isesa, quondam cffisa, 
 Manus, pedes, latus." 
 
 Huicne tegi, tanquam regi, 
 Gestit auro crinis ? 
 
 " Fronti bona stat corona, 
 Texta tamen spinis."
 
 86 MEMORIALS. 
 
 If I find Him, if I follow, 
 What His guerdon here? 
 " Many a sorrow, many a labour, 
 Many a tear." 
 
 If I still hold closely to Him, 
 What hath He at last? 
 
 " Sorrow vanquished, labour ended, 
 Jordan past ! " 
 
 If I ask Him to receive me, 
 Will He say me nay ? 
 
 " Not till earth, and not till heaven 
 Pass awav ! " 
 
 Finding, following, keeping, struggling, 
 
 Is He sure to bless? 
 " Angels, Martyrs, Prophets, Virgins, 
 
 Answer, Yes ! " 
 
 Neale.
 
 HYMNS. 87 
 
 Cognituro, sccuturo 
 
 Quis in terris fructus? 
 " En labores, en dolores, 
 
 Oculique fluctus." 
 
 Per tot demum quid supremuin 
 
 Servaturo manum ? 
 " Vis victoris, pax doloris. 
 
 Via per Jordanum." 
 
 Die an, orem si favorem, 
 
 Spernet qure petantur. 
 " Casli, terrae, fatum fene 
 
 Prius destinantur." 
 
 Turn si surgam, sequar, pergam, 
 
 Hicne beatiuus ? 
 " Quot et quanti dicunt Sancti, 
 
 Sis do hoc securus !"
 
 88 MEMORIALS. 
 
 XXIII. 
 
 God, Who madest earth and heaven, 
 
 Darkness and light; 
 AVho the day for toil hast given, 
 
 For rest the night ; 
 May Thine angel-guards defend us, 
 Slumber sweet Thy Mercy send us, 
 Holy dreams and hopes attend us, 
 
 This livelong night. 
 
 Guard us waking, guard us sleeping, 
 
 And, when we die, 
 May we in Thy mighty keeping 
 
 All peaceful lie : — 
 When the last dread Call shall wake us. 
 Do not Thou our God forsake us, 
 But to reign in Glory take us 
 
 With Thee on high. 
 
 Heljer.
 
 HYMNS. 89 
 
 XXIII. 
 
 CAELUM, terras qui fecisti, 
 Auctor noctis et diei, 
 
 Curis lucem qui dedisti, 
 Tenebrasque requiei, 
 
 Angeli custodes stanto, 
 
 Et soporem gratum danto ; 
 
 Somnio nox longa sancto, 
 Sanctae detur spei ! 
 
 Tuam ne tutelam extra 
 Vigilemus, dormiamus ; 
 
 Mortui in tua dextra, 
 Tua pace quiescamus. 
 
 Tubce sonis exsulturi 
 
 Invocemus Te securi ; 
 
 Tuo regno conscssuri 
 Tibi resurgamus !
 
 < 
 
 MEJMORIALS. 
 
 XXIV, 
 
 Jesus, tender Shepherd, hear me, 
 Bless Thy Httle lamb to-night, 
 
 Through the darkness be Thou near me, 
 Keep me safe till morningMight. 
 
 Let my sins be all forgiven 
 
 Through the greatness of Thy love, 
 Take me when I die to Heaven, 
 
 There to reign with Thee above.
 
 HYMNS. 91 
 
 XXIV. 
 
 Jesu, Pastor o tenelle, 
 Agno procul huic dispelle 
 
 Quicquid sit periculum : 
 Per tenebras esto quies, 
 Te propinquo, donee dies 
 
 Repetet cubiculum. 
 
 Solve, solve quce peccavi, 
 Tanta cum amore suavi 
 
 De Te surgit gratia. 
 Tandem cum prosternar morte 
 Dulci Tecum fruar sorte, 
 
 Cceli per palatia.
 
 HYMNS. 93 
 
 I. 
 
 Who has not stood and gazed into the sky, 
 When night's dense shade is gathering near and far, 
 Till on the self-same spot, where late his eye 
 Most blankly ranged — sudden he sees a star ; 
 Sees It so clear, so firm a light to pour, 
 He marvels that he found it not before. 
 
 E'en thus, O God, in trial's darkest night, 
 Ere the weak soul Thy gracious end can know. 
 May faith still fix on Thee the unfaltering sight, 
 And gaze — and gaze, — till forth shall burst Thy Light 
 And all seem Mercy which seemed only woe; 
 That Light henceforth our guiding star remain, 
 Once found, and never to be lost again.
 
 94 MEMORIALS. 
 
 II. 
 
 My father came to my sister's bed, 
 
 And lifted her out, in the early morn : 
 
 " Where are you going, Lilie ? " I said, 
 As forth in his arms the child was borne. 
 
 " I do not know," was all she replied, 
 "I do not know," with a smile of rest, 
 
 And she closed her eyes in trustful guise, 
 And settled her cheek to her father's breast. 
 
 Then as I lay, alone and awake, 
 
 I fell to wond'ring and musing there, 
 
 Till such was the form my thoughts would take. 
 That I added this to my morning's prayer. 
 
 " Father in Heaven, whate'er betide, 
 Where'er through life Thou carriest me, 
 
 O grant me, at rest on Thy guardian breast, 
 To resign my will and my care to Thee."
 
 HYMNS, 95 
 
 III. 
 
 How long, O Lord, how long ? Thy chosen see 
 Sorrowing, rejoicing, since our loss of Thee. 
 Sorrowing to miss that Love, our three years' stay, 
 Those words of power which still we long t' obey ; 
 To muse on all Thy woes ere Thou didst die, 
 Our own false flight and recreant dastardy : 
 Yet joyful, for we watched Thee soar to Heaven ; 
 Know Thee triumphant, and ourselves forgiven, 
 And feel, with faith the deeper that 'twas late, 
 Thou of Thy word wilt not one breath abate. 
 When shall that word its great fulfilment see ? 
 Speed, speed Thy Comfort, Lord, and set us free !
 
 96 MEMORIALS. 
 
 IV. 
 
 The wintry storms which late were flying 
 
 Sudden have curbed their boist'rous will ; 
 The snow which whirled and beat is lying 
 Pure and soft and still. 
 
 And such the hour that Jesus chooses 
 
 Wherein to found His peace on earth, 
 Whate'er the world's proud Inn refuses 
 Of welcome to His birth. 
 
 Oh far from sin and pride and danger, 
 
 Lord, be my longing soul at rest ; 
 Let me prepare Thy cradle manger 
 Within this humble breast. 
 
 And so my heart each tumult bating, 
 Curbed into peace its Avanton will, 
 Shall to receive Thy birth be waiting, 
 Pure and soft and still.
 
 HYMNS. 97 
 
 PROCESSIONAL HYMN. 
 
 I was glad when they said unto me, we will go into the house 
 of the Lord."— Ps. cxxii. 
 
 Glad their call we welcomed, 
 
 When they gave the word, 
 " Comrades, to the Temple 
 
 Of our God, the Lord ! " 
 In the gates of Zion 
 
 See our footsteps throng. 
 Form the ranks of worship ! 
 
 Swell the stream of song ! 
 
 Father ! thus we enter, 
 Thus our hearts prepare. 
 
 Bend, to hear our praises ! 
 Bend, to heed our prayer !
 
 gS MEMORIALS. 
 
 Lo ! we come as breth'ren, 
 
 Marching arm to arm, 
 Leaving care and conflict, 
 
 Merchandise and farm ; 
 Gain and loss forgetting. 
 
 Heeding nought to-day 
 Save that better part, which 
 
 None shall take away. 
 
 Father ! thus we enter. 
 Thus our hearts prepare, 
 
 Bend, to hear our praises ! 
 Bend, to heed our prayer 1 
 
 Jesu ! Guide and Saviour ! 
 
 Lead us to the Throne. 
 We are made Thy children, 
 
 We Thy Food have known. 
 Stand Thou at our vanguard. 
 
 Our High Priest to be : 
 We approach the Father 
 
 But through trust in Thee.
 
 HYMNS. 99 
 
 Saviour, thus advancing, 
 
 We implore Tiiy care ; 
 Bend, to hear our praises I 
 
 Bend, to heed our prayer ! 
 
 Lord I we need Thy comfort. 
 
 Lord ! we need I'hy pow'r. 
 Our spent life is sinful, 
 
 Weak our coming hour. 
 Much we fear the future, 
 
 Much we mourn the past ; 
 All our hope for either 
 
 On Thy Love is cast. 
 
 Father ! thus advancing, 
 T'wards Thee we repair. 
 
 Bend, to hear our praises ! 
 Bend, to heed our prayer ! 
 
 When with heads bowed lowly 
 
 Deep we look within, 
 And to Thee in sadness 
 
 Pour our load of sin, —
 
 ICO MEMORIALS. 
 
 When we vow no longer 
 
 That past Hfe to live, — 
 Hear in Heaven Thy dwelling, 
 Hear us and forgive. 
 Father ! thus advancing, 
 
 T'wards Thee we repair. 
 Bend, to hear our praises ! 
 Bend, to heed our prayer ! 
 
 When we plead before Thee 
 
 With an awestruck faith 
 That one vast Atonement, 
 
 That one loving Death, — 
 Plead Thy Mercy's promise 
 
 That through this we live, — 
 Hear in heaven Thy dwelling, 
 
 Hear us and forgive. 
 
 Father ! thus approaching, 
 We Thy love would share. 
 
 Bend, to hear our praises ! 
 Bend, to heed our prayer
 
 HYMNS. loi 
 
 When we pray Thy guidance 
 
 Through temptation's strife, 
 Yearning t'wards the footprints 
 
 Of Christ's Holy Life,— 
 When for brave endeavour 
 
 Our new vows are made, — 
 Hear in Heaven Thy dweUing, 
 
 Hear and give Thine aid. 
 
 Father ! thus approaching, 
 We Thy love would share. 
 
 Bend, to hear our praises ! 
 Bend, to heed our prayer ! 
 
 When with grateful rapture 
 
 Soars our gaze above. 
 Scales Thine height of Glory, 
 
 Scans Thy depth of Love, — 
 When the loud Hosanna 
 
 From all hearts has leapt, — 
 Hear in Heaven Thy dwelling, 
 
 Hear it and accept.
 
 I02 MEMORIALS. 
 
 Father ! thus we near Thee, 
 
 Thus implore Thy care. 
 Bend, to hear our praises ! 
 Bend, to heed our prayer ! 
 
 Father ! we are standing 
 
 Suppliants at Thy Throne, 
 Prompted by Thy Spirit, 
 
 Asking through Thy Son : 
 Holy, Holy, Holy, 
 
 We are come to Thee, 
 And our psalm and service 
 
 To each Name shall be. 
 
 God, the One, the Tlireefold ! 
 Lo ! we claim Thy care. 
 
 Bend, to hear our praises ! 
 Bend, to heed our prayer !
 
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