The Prophets Him record,

Of Him the signals give;

The Father witnesses the word,

And bids us 'hear, believe.'

Jesus, be glory Thine,

To babes and sucklings known;

While in the midst Thy symbols shine

Of heaven's triunal throne.

LVII

Hymn on the Holy Apostles (1.)

Eterna Christi munera

LORD, who didst bless Thy chosen band, And forth commission'd send

To spread Thy name from land to land,

To Thee our hymns ascend.

The princes of Thy Church were they,
Chiefs unsubdued in fight,

Soldiers on earth of heaven's array,
The world's unerring light.

Theirs the firm faith of holy birth,

The hope that looks above,

And, trampling on the powers of earth,
Their Saviour's perfect love.

In them the Heavens exulting own The Father's might reveal'd,

Thy triumph gain'd, begotten Son, Thy Spirit's influence seal'd.

Then to Thy Father, and to Thee, And to Thy Spirit blest,

All praise for these Thy servants be By all Thy Church addrest.

LVIII

Hymn on the Holy Apostles (2.)

Exultet orbis gaudiis

LET the round world with songs rejoice;

Let heaven return the joyful voice;

All mindful of the Apostles' fame,

Earth, sky, their Sovereign's praise proclaim !

Thou, at whose word they bore the light

Of gospel truth o'er heathen night,
Oh, still to us that light impart,

To glad our eyes and cheer our heart.

Thou, at whose will to them was given
The key that shuts and opens heaven,
Our chains unbind, our loss repair,
O grant us grace to enter there.

Thou, at whose will they preach'd the word,

Which cured disease, which health conferr'd, To us its healing power prolong,

The weak support, confirm the strong!

That when Thy Son again shall come,

And speak the world's unerring doom,

He may with them pronounce us blest,
And place us in Thy endless rest.

To Thee, O Father; Son, to Thee;
To Thee, blest Spirit, glory be!

So was it aye for ages past,

So shall through endless ages last.