Children of Eve and heirs of ill, To thee thy banished cry; To thee in sorrow's vale we bring We take the sinners' place and plead: Lord, save us, or we die. Look Thou, our Daysman and High Priest Upon our low estate; Make us to see God's face in peace Through thee, our Advocate; With thee, our Savior may our feet Enter at heaven's gate. Lord Jesus Christ of holy souls, The Bridegroom sweet and true, SCOTCH TE DEUM WILLIAM KETHE, 1560 All people that on earth do dwell, The Lord ye know is God indeed, Without our aid He did us make; We are His folk, He doth us feed, And for His sheep he doth us take. O enter then His gates with praise, For why? the Lord our God is good, O MOTHER DEAR, JERUSALEM "F. B. P.," 1583 O mother dear, Jerusalem! When shall I come to thee? O happy harbour of God's saints! No murky cloud o'ershadows thee, O my sweet home, Jerusalem, Thy gardens and thy godly walks Continually are green, Where grow such sweet and pleasant flowers As nowhere else are seen. Right through thy streets, with silver sound, The living waters flow, And on the banks, on either side, The trees of life do grow. Those trees for evermore bear fruit, And evermore do spring: And evermore do sing. Jerusalem, my happy home, Would God I were in thee! BATTLE HYMN GUSTAVUS ADOLPHUS, 1630 Translated by Catherine Winkworth Fear not, O little flock! the foe Who madly seeks your overthrow; Dread not his rage and power: What though your courage sometimes faints? Be of good cheer; your cause belongs As true as God's own word is true, A jest and byword are they grown; Amen, Lord Jesus; grant our prayer! Great captain, now thine arm make bare; Fight for us once again! So shall the saints and martyrs raise A mighty chorus to thy praise World without end! Amen. d. SEVENTEENTH CENTURY FAIREST LORD JESUS ANONYMOUS (From the German) Fairest Lord Jesus Ruler of all nature O thou of God and man the Son! Thee will I cherish, Thee will I honor, Thou my soul's glory, joy and crown. Fair are the meadows, Fairer still the woodlands, Robed in the blooming garb of spring; Fair is the sunshine, Fairer still the moonlight, And all the twinkling, starry host; Jesus shines fairer, Jesus shines purer, Than all the angels heaven can boast. A MYSTIC SONG ANONYMOUS (From the French) Translated by Percy Allen Out for a walk the other day, My heart toward heaven flies, He said to me: "Daughter, what seekest Thou?" "I was seeking thee, Jesus sweet, and now My heart toward heaven flies; Humility and Charity, And also holy Chastity, My heart flies, flies, flies, My heart toward heaven flies. "The gifts of perfect love are they, Daughter thine shall they be one day." My heart toward heaven flies. THOU ART OF ALL CREATED THINGS PEDRO CALDERON DE LA BARCA Thou art the essence of all created things, |