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All Saints.

FIRST VESPERS.

Need it is we raise our eyes
Up from earth toward the skies;
Thinking of the Saints that rest
After toil in Abraham's breast;
Lest we faint, in our distress,
Through exceeding heaviness.
Thee in them, O Lord Most High,
Them in Thee we glorify:
Thine Apostles, worthy found
Of the keys that loosed and bound;

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And the Truth, that none resists,
Of Thine own Evangelists;
And Thy Athletes, that went Home
Through the sea of Martyrdom;
And the Saints, through toil and shame,
Brave Confessors of Thy Name;
And the Doctors, helped from high
In confounding heresy;
And the Teachers, sent to win
To the faith, the realms of sin;
And the Bishops, now with Thee;
And the Virgins' Purity;
And the Priests, Thy Truth's defence;
And all holy Innocents.
Glory, Lord, to Thee alone,
Who hast glorified Thine own;
For their zeal, their truth, their sighs,
Prayerful hearts and tearful eyes,

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Faithful lips and fearless breast,
Love and beauty, toils and rest!
Let their praises, Threefold King,
Let the blessed Hymn they sing,
Some, though faintest, echo gain
In our own poor broken strain:
Till one day shall join all powers
In One Anthem—theirs and ours.
Amen.