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The Book of Praise.
With Thy prophets' goodly line We in mystic bond combine ; For Thou hast to babes revealed Things that to the wise were sealed.
Martyrs, in a noble host, Of Thy cross are heard to boast ; Since so bright the crown they wear, Early we Thy cross would bear.
All Thy Church in heaven and earthy Jesus ! hail Thy spotless birth ; Own the God, who all has made ; And the Spirit's soothing aid.
Offspring of a Virgin's womb ; Slain, and Victor o'er the tomb ; Seated on the Judgment-throne, Number us among Thine own !
Day by day we magnify Thee, And would evermore be nigh Thee : Keep us from the Tempter's snare ; Spare Thy people, Jesu, spare !
James Elwin Millard. 1848.
Te Deum Laudamus.
Thee we adore, eternal Lord ! We praise Thy Name with one accord ; Thy saints, who here Thy goodness see, Through all the world do worship Thee.
To Thee aloud all angels cry,
And ceaseless raise their songs on high,