Then-should faith, in loue's submission
Ioying but in mercie's blessing,
Where that sinnes are in remission,
Sing the ioyful soule's confessing;
Of her comforts high commending
All in glorie neuer ending.

But, ah wretched sinfull creature!
How should the corrupted nature
Of this wicked heart of mine
Thinke vpon that loue diuine,

That doth tune the angel's voices,
While the hoast of heauen reioyces?
No! the songe of deadly sorrowe
In the night that hath no morrew,
And their paines are neuer ended
That haue heauenly powers offended,
Is more fitting to the merite
Of my foule infected spirit.

Yet while mercie is remoouing
All the sorrowes of the louing,
How can faith be full of blindnesse
To despaire of mercie's kindnesse;
While the hand of heauen is giuing
Comfort for the euer-liuing?

No, my soule, be no more sorie;
Looke vnto that life of glorie
Which the grace of faith regardeth,
And the teares of loue rewardeth;
Where the soule the comfort getteth,
That the angels' musique setteth.

There when thou art well conducted,
And by heauenly grace instructed
How the faithfull thoughts to fashion
Of a rauisht louer's passion,

Sing with sainctes to angels nighest
Halleluiah in the highest.

THEY PRAISE HIM DAY AND NIGHT.

THEY

MARIANNE FARNINGHAM.

HEY are perfectly blest-the redeemed and the free

Who are resting in joy by the smooth glassy sea; They breathed here on earth all their sorrowful sighs, And Jesus has kissed all the tears from their eyes.

They are happy at home! They have learnt the new song,

And warble it sweetly amid the glad throng;
No faltering voices, no discords are there-
The melodious praises swell high through the air.

There falls not on them the deep silence of night,
They never grow weary-ne'er fadeth the light;
Throughout the long day new hosannahs they raise,
And express their glad thoughts in exuberant praise.

E'en thus would we praise thee, dear Saviour divine—
We too would be with thee-loved children of thine;
O teach us, that we may sing perfectly there.
When we too are called to that city so fair.

THE ENDLESS ALLELUIA.

Translated by T. G. CRIPPEN in his book Ancient Hymns and Poems.

[This celebrated hymn is at least as old as the 8th century. It occurs in the Mozarabic Breviary, where it is appointed for the Sunday before Septuagesima: from which time till Easter Alleluia was not sung in the churches.]

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"Alleluia piis edite laudibus."

LLELUIA! let the holy sounds of cheerful praises ring,

Freemen of the heavenly city; join in sweetest notes

to sing

Alleluia evermore.

In the everlasting anthem while the hymning choirs unite,

Alleluia shall uplift you hence to realms of endless light.

Alleluia evermore.

You, in God's illustrious city, shall a ready welcome greet,

City with glad songs resounding, where the echoes still repeat

Alleluia evermore.

Of that happy restoration freely gather all the joys, To the Lord ascribing glory, singing with melodious

noise

Alleluia evermore.

Victors, of the star-bespangled fatherland ye now at

tain

All the radiant honors, wherefore peals aloud the ceaseless strain,

Alleluia evermore.

Thence a sound of noble voices, grandly echoing, rolls along,

Telling out the King's high praises in a blithe and

merry song

Alleluia evermore.

There is rest for all the weary, there immortal wine and bread,

Sweetly luring home the travellers, plenteous, though they all be fed.

Alleluia evermore.

Thee, with all our hearts and voices, Maker of the world, we praise,

And to Thy deserved honor our melodious music raise

Alleluia evermore.

Thee, O Christ, as Lord Almighty, shall Thy glorious praise proclaim,

By our gladsome voices chanted; while we sing to Thy dear name,

Alleluia evermore.

WHAT SONGS SHALL WE SING?

WH

ELIAS NASON.

HAT songs shall we sing on that evergreen shore

Where the blessed in Jesus unite?

Hymns of praise to the Prince whom the angels

adore;

Hymns of praise with seraphic delight."

What robes shall we wear on that evergreen shore
Where the blessed in harmony sing?

"The robes of the glorified, gleaming all o'er
With the brightness that shines from the King.'

What flowers shall we cull on that evergreen shore Where the blessed in bright raiments rove? "Red roses and lilies that fade nevermore,

Breathing bliss through the gardens of love."

What friends shall we greet on that evergreen shore Where the blessed find blossoms so fair?

"The loved ones of Jesus, who have passed on before, In rapture to welcome us there."

What home shall we see on that evergreen shore
Where the blessed meet those they loved here?
"The mansions of beauty, with love-light in store,
Where the King wipes away every tear."