The glorious company of the Apostles praise thee.

The goodly fellowship of the Prophets praise thee.

The noble army of Martyrs praise thee.

The holy Church, throughout all the world, doth acknowledge thee :

The Father, of an infinite Majesty;

Thine honourable, true and only Son;

Also the Holy Ghost, the Comforter.

Thou art the King of Glory, O Christ.

Thou art the everlasting Son of the Father.

When thou tookest upon thee to deliver man : thou didst not abhor the Virgin's womb.

When thou hadst overcome the sharpness of death, thou didst open the Kingdom of Heaven to all believers.

Thou sittest at the right hand of God, in the Glory of the Father.

Patrem confitentes rite,

Majestatis infinitæ,

Verum illum unicumque

Tui Natum, Spiritumque

Paracletum nominant.

Christe, rex es gloriarum,

Patris lumen semper carum;

Hominem cum statuisti

Conservare, non sprevisti

Sinum puræ Virginis.

Dura mortis cum vicisti,

Coelum tu aperuisti

Omnium piorum spei;

Dextrâ sedes ipse Dei

In paternâ gloriâ.

We believe that thou shalt come to be our Judge.

We therefore pray thee, help thy servants, whom thou hast redeemed with thy precious blood.

Make them to be numbered with thy Saints, in glory everlasting.

O Lord, save thy people, and bless thine heritage.

sin.

Govern them, and lift them up for ever.

Day by day we magnify thee;

And we worship thy name ever, world without end.

Vouchsafe, O Lord, to keep us this day without

O Lord, have mercy upon us; have mercy upon us;

O Lord, let thy mercy lighten upon us, as our trust is in thee.

O Lord, in thee have I trusted: let me never be confounded.

Credimus te mox venturum

Nostrum judicem futurum:
Opem ergo te rogamus,
Tuo qui redempti stamus
Pretioso sanguine.

Fac beatis adscribamur,
Sede sanctâ potiamur :

Tolle, Deus, et guberna,

In salute sempiternâ

Tuum tene populum.

Indies te honoramus,

Sine fine laudem damus.

Hodie nos tueare

Et prohibeas peccare:

Miserescas, Domine.

Fulgeat pro spe fideli
Nobis lux benigna cœli:

Tibi fisus sum, O Deus ;

Sis tu liberator meus;

Noli me confundere.

ELYSIUM.

Beyond the Acherontian pool
And gloomy realms of Pluto's rule
The happy soul hath come:

And hark, what music on the breeze? "Twas like the tune of summer-bees, A myriad-floating hum.

From spirits like himself it flow'd,
A welcome to his blest abode,

That melody of sound:
And lo, the sky all azure clear,
And liquid-soft the atmosphere :
It is Elysian ground.

To mortals, who on earth fulfil
The great Olympian Father's will,

Are given these happy glades; Where they, from all corruption free, In unrestricted liberty

May dwell, etherial shades.

All shrubs for them of rich perfume, Amaracus and myrtle bloom,

And flowers of brightest hue,