Out of great tribulation they went

Home to their Home of Heaven-content;

Through flood, or blood, or furnace fire,
To the Rest that fulfils desire.

What are these that fly as a cloud,
With flashing heads and faces bowed,

In their mouths a victorious psalm,
In their hands a robe and a palm?

Welcoming Angels these that shine,
Your own Angel, and yours and mine;

Who have hedged us both day and night
On the left hand and on the right,

Who have watched us both night and day,
Because the Devil keeps watch to slay.

Light above light, and Bliss beyond bliss, Whom words cannot utter, lo! Who is This?

As a King with many crowns He stands, And our names are graven upon His Hands;

As a Priest, with God-uplifted Eyes,
He offers for us His Sacrifice;

As the Lamb of God for sinners slain,
That we too may live He lives again;

As our own Champion, behold Him stand
Strong to save us at God's Right Hand.

God the Father give us Grace

To walk in the Light of Jesus' Face.

God the Son give us a part

In the hiding-place of Jesus' Heart.

God the Spirit so hold us up
That we may drink of Jesus' Cup.

Death is short and Life is long;
Satan is strong, but Christ more strong.

At His Word, Who hath led us hither,
The Red Sea must part hither and thither;

At His Word, Who goes before us too, Jordan must cleave to let us pass through.

Yet one pang searching and sore,
And then Heaven for evermore ;

Yet one moment awful and dark,
Then safety within the Veil and the Ark;

Yet one effort by Christ His Grace,
And then Christ forever Face to face.

God the Father we will adore,
In Jesus' Name, now and evermore :

God the Son we will love and thank
In this flood and on the further bank:

God the Holy Ghost we will praise,
In Jesus' Name, unto endless days.

God Almighty, God Three in One,
God Almighty, God Alone.

WHEN NIGHTLY THROUGH THE SKY.

From the Spanish of Luis de Leon. Translated by Archdeacon CHURTON.

WI

HEN nightly through the sky

I view the stars their files unnumbered leading,
Then see the dark earth lie

In deathlike trance, unheeding

How Life and Time with those bright orbs are speed. ing:

Strong love and equal pain
Wake in my heart a fire with anguish burning;
The tear-drops fall like rain,

Mine eyes to fountains turning,

And my sad voice pours forth its tones of mourning:

O Mansion of high state,

Bright Temple of bright Saints in beauty dwelling, The Soul, once born to mate

With these, what force repelling

Hath bound to earth, its light in darkness quelling?

What mortal disaccord

Hath exiled so from Truth the mind unstable?
Why, of its blest reward

Forgetful, lost, unable,

Seeks it each shadowy fraud and guileful fable?

Man lies in slumber dead,

Like one that of his danger hath no feeling,
The while with silent tread

Those restless orbs are wheeling,
And as they fly his hours of life are stealing.

O Mortals, wake and rise;

Think of the loss that on your lives is pressing;
The Soul, that never dies,

Ordained for endless blessing,

How shall it live false shows for Truth caressing?

Ah, raise your fainting eyes

To that firm sphere where still new glory weareth, And scorn the low disguise

The flattering world prepareth,

And all the world's poor thrall hopeth or feareth.

O what is all earth's round,

Brief scene of man's proud strife and vain endeavor, Weighed with that deep profound,

That tideless Ocean-river,

That onward bears Time's fleeting forms forever?

Once meditate, and see

That fixed accord in wondrous variance given,

The mighty harmony

Of courses all uneven,

Wherein each star keeps time and place in heaven.

Who can behold that store
Of light unspent, and not with very sighing
Burst earth's frail bonds, and soar,

With Soul unbodied flying,

From this sad place of exile and of dying?

There dwelleth sweet Content;

There is the reign of Peace; there, throned in splendor, As one pre-eminent,

With dove-like eyes so tender,

Sits holy Love-honor and joy attend her.

There is revealed whate'er

Of Beauty thought can reach; the source internal
Of purest Light, that ne'er

To darkness yields; eternal

Bloom the bright flowers in clime forever vernal.

There would my Spirit be,

Those quiet fields and pleasant meads exploring,
Where Truth immortally,

Her priceless wealth outpouring,

Feeds through the blissful vales the Souls of Saints adoring.