Chace from our minds the infernal foe; Who for lost man's redemption died; : THE TE DEUM. THEE, Sovereign God, our grateful accents praise; And thrice returning echoes endless songs supply. The Son, adored co-partner of thy seat, Thou King of Glory, Christ, of the most high, Thou who, to save the world's impending doom, HYMN FOR ST JOHN'S EVE.* (29TH JUNE.) O sylvan prophet! whose eternal fame A messenger from high Olympus came That heaven design'd to work in thee. * I subjoin the original hymn, which is supposed to have been composed by Lactantius. Hearing the news, and doubting in surprise, In the recess of nature's dark abode, Though still inclosed, yet knewest thou thy God! Whilst each glad parent told and blest The secrets of each other's breast. |