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Almighty and immortal God, the aid of all that need, the

Helper of all that flee to Thee for succour.”

FOR tender consolation

Every soul doth pine;
And in time of desolation
Seeks His face benign:
He Who led His chosen on,
Will not leave us all alone.

He Who on the holy mountain,
In His radiance bright,

Showed Himself the Living Fountain

Of Eternal Light,

If we cry in our distress,

Will not leave us comfortless.

Lyra Sanctorum.

The aid of all that need, the helper of all that flee to Thee for succour, the life of them that beliebe, and the resurrec tion from the dead."

He is the path, if any be misled;
He is a robe, if any naked be;
If any chance to hunger, He is bread;
If any be a bondman, he is free;

If any be but weak, how strong is He!
To dead men life He is, to sick men health;
To blind men sight, and to the needy wealth:
A pleasure without loss, a treasure without
stealth.

GILES FLETCHER.

I AM the Life (the Lord thus saith),
The Resurrection is through Me.
And whosoe'er in Me hath faith

Shall live, yea, though now dead he be;
And he for ever shall not die,

That, living, doth on Me rely.

GEORGE WITHER.

We call upon Thee for this Infant, that he, coming to Thy holy Baptism, may receive remission of his sins by spiritual regeneration."

SOUL of an Infant, passive thing!

In thy young depths can no repulsion lurk, Nor can concurrent reason bring

Man's aiding will to blend with God's own work; And thus, thy second birth we justly call Pure act divine, where grace does all in all.

Vital, though viewless is the germ
Baptismally by grace implanted there;
Waiting, perchance, Time's destined term,
When, quickened up by penitence and prayer,
God's hidden seeds will gloriously arise,

And flourish towards its unforgotten skies.

REV. R. MONTGOMERY.

“Receibe him, O Lord, as Thou hast promised by Thy wellbeloved Son."

LORD, dependent on thy promise,
Here we lay before Thy throne
This, Thy gift; receive her from us,
Take and seal her for Thine own.

To the gate of Heaven we've brought her;
Cleanse her, Lord, from guilt and sin,
And, for His dear sake who sought her,
Take the little stranger in.

Raise her in Thine arms, and bless her;
Own her in Thy Church above;
Before all thy hosts confess her,
As the purchased of Thy love.

Naked-clothe her with Thy merit,
Helpless-Thou her helper be;
Dying-breathe on her Thy Spirit,
That her soul may live to Thee.

Grave upon her heart the token
Only traced upon her brow,
And the words-by mortal spoken-
God immortal, speak them Thou.

Let our songs of joy be telling
But the echo of that sound
Which from angel harps is swelling-
She was lost, and she is found!

REV. J. S. B. MONSELL, LL.D.

"Receibe him, O Lord, as Thou hast promised by Thy wellbelobed Son, saying, Ask, and ye shall habe; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you.”

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So mindful of Him, to Whom children are dear,
We bring you to kneel at His shrine;

We teach you His words, and we pour on the ear
Of your childhood things high and divine;
That the hope and the faith of your earliest year,

In the fervour of youth like a shield may be near, Through the toils of your manhood may strengthen and

cheer,

And brighten your age's decline.

Verses for Holy Seasons.