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# The Army and Navy Hymnal/Readings/Gratitude to Christ

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GRATITUDE TO CHRIST
Epheslans i,ii
BLESSED be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who hath blessed us with every spiritual blessing in the heavenly places in Christ:
Even as he chose us in him before the foundation of the world,
That we should be holy and without blemish before him in love:
Having foreordained us unto adoption as sons through Jesus Christ unto himself,
According to the good pleasure of his will, to the praise of the glory of his grace, which he fully bestowed on us in the Beloved:
In whom we have our redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of our trespasses!
God, being rich in mercy, for his great love wherewith he loved us,
Even when we were dead through our trespasses,
Made us alive together with Christ (by grace have ye been saved),
And raised us up with him, and made us to sit with him in the heavenly places, in Christ Jesus:
That in the ages to come he might show the exceeding riches of his grace in kindness toward us in Christ Jesus:
For by grace have ye been saved through faith; and that not of yourselves, it is the gift of God;
Not of works, that no man should glory. For we are his workmanship,
Created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God afore prepared that we should walk in them.
Now unto him that is able to do exceeding abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that worketh in us.
Unto him be the glory in the church and in Christ Jesus unto all generations for ever and ever. Amen.
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THE JOY OF OBEDIENCE
psalm cxix
BLESSED are they that are perfect in the way, who walk in the law of the Lord.
Blessed are they that keep his testimonies, that seek him with the whole heart.
# The Army and Navy Hymnal/Readings/God's Wisdom

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GOD'S WISDOM
Psalm cxxxix
O LORD, thou hast searched me, and known me.
Thou knowest my downsitting and mine uprising thou understandest my thought afar off.
Thou searchest out my path and my lying down, and art acquainted with all my ways.
For there is not a word in my tongue, but, lo, O Lord, thou knowest it altogether.
Thou hast beset me behind and before, and laid thy hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is high, I cannot attain unto it.
Whither shall I go from thy Spirit? or whither shall I flee from
thy presence? If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there:
If I make my bed in Sheol, behold, thou art there.
If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea;
Even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me.
If I say, Surely the darkness shall overwhelm me, and the light about me shall be night;
Even the darkness hideth not from thee,
But the night shineth as the day :
The darkness and the light are both alike to thee.
How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, God !
How great is the sum of them!
If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand :
When I awake, I am still with thee.
Search me, God, and know my heart:
Try me, and know my thoughts;
And see if there be any wicked way in me,
And lead me in the way everlasting.
# The Army and Navy Hymnal/Readings/Evening Prayer

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EVENING PRAYER
Psalm lxiii
My soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh longeth for thee, in a dry and weary land, where no water is.
So have I looked upon thee in the sanctuary, to see thy power and thy glory.
Because thy lovingkindness is better than life, my lips shall praise thee.
So will I bless thee while I live :
I will lift up my hands in thy name.
My soul shall be satisfied as with marrow and fatness ;
And my mouth shall praise thee with joyful lips; when I remember thee upon my bed,
And meditate on thee in the night-watches.
For thou hast been my help, and in the shadow of thy wings will I rejoice.
My soul followeth hard after thee ;
Thy right hand upholdeth me.
Psalm cxxi
From whence shall my help come ?
My help cometh from the Lord, who made heaven and earth.
He will not suffer thy foot to be moved:
He that keepeth thee will not slumber.
Behold, he that keepeth Israel will neither slumber nor sleep.
The Lord is thy keeper : the Lord is thy shade upon thy right hand.
The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night.
The Lord will keep thee from all evil ; he will keep thy soul
# The Army and Navy Hymnal/Readings/Fatherhood and Brotherhood

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FATHERHOOD AND BROTHERHOOD
Isaiah Ixiii
I WILL make mention of the loving kindnesses of the Lord, and the praises of the Lord.
According to all that the Lord hath bestowed on us,
And the great goodness toward the house of Israel, which he hath bestowed on them
According to his mercies, and according to the multitude of his lovingkindnesses.
For he said, Surely, they are my people, children that will not deal falsely: so he was their Saviour.
In all their affliction he was afflicted, and the angel of his presence saved them:
In his love and in his pity he redeemed them;
And he bare them, and carried them all the days of old.
For thou art our Father, though Abraham knoweth us not, and Israel doth not acknowledge us;
Thou, O Lord, art our Father; our Redeemer from everlasting is thy name.
I John iii
BEHOLD what manner of love the Father hath bestowed upon us,
That we should be called children of God;
Beloved, now are we children of God, and it is not yet made manifest what we shall be.
We know that, if he shall be manifested, we shall be like him;
For we shall see him even as he is.
And every one that hath this hope set on him purifieth himself, even as he is pure.
In this the children of God are manifest, and the children of the devil:
Whosoever doeth not righteousness is not of God, neither he that loveth not his brother.
For this is the message which ye heard from the beginning, that we should love one another:
We know that we have passed out of death into life, because we love the brethren.
He that loveth not abideth in death. Whosoever hateth his brother is a murderer;
And ye know that no murderer hath eternal life abiding in him.
Hereby know we love, because he laid down his life for us: and we ought to lay down our lives for the brethren.
But whoso hath the world's goods, and beholdeth his brother in need,
And shutteth up his compassion from him, how doth the love of God abide in him?
My little children, let us not love in word, neither with the tongue; but in deed and truth.
And this is his commandment,
That we should believe in the name of his Son Jesus Christ, and love one another, as he gave us commandment.
And he that keepeth his commandments dwelleth in him, and he in him.
And hereby we know that he abideth in us, by the Spirit which he hath given us.
# The Army and Navy Hymnal/Readings/God's Certain Victory

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GOD'S CERTAIN VICTORY
Isaiah iii
AWAKE, awake, put on thy strength, O Zion; put on thy beautiful garments, O Jerusalem, the holy city:
For henceforth there shall no more come into thee the uncircumcised and the unclean.
Shake thyself from the dust; arise, sit on thy throne, Jerusalem:
Loose thyself from the bonds of thy neck, O captive daughter of Zion.
How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him that bringeth good tidings, that publisheth peace,
That bringeth good tidings of good, that publisheth salvation, that saith unto Zion, Thy God reigneth!
The voice of thy watchmen! they lift up the voice, together do they sing;
For they shall see eye to eye, when the Lord returneth to Zion.
Break forth into joy, sing together, ye waste places of Jerusalem;
For the Lord hath comforted his people, he hath redeemed Jerusalem.
The Lord hath made bare his holy arm in the eyes of all the nations;
And all the ends of the earth have seen the salvation of our God.
Psalm xxiv
LIFT up your heads, ye gates;
And be ye lifted up, ye everlasting doors:
And the King of glory will come in.
Who is the King of glory?
The Lord strong and mighty, the Lord mighty in battle.
Lift up your heads, O ye gates;
Yea, lift them up, ye everlasting doors:
And the King of glory will come in.
Who is this King of glory?
The Lord of hosts, he is the King of glory.
# The Army and Navy Hymnal/Readings/God our Deliverer

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GOD OUR DELIVERER
Psalm xxxiv
IWILL bless the Lord at all times: his praise shall continually
be in my mouth.
My soul shall make her boast in the Lord:
The meek shall hear thereof, and be glad. Oh magnify the Lord with me, and let us exalt his name to-gether.
I sought the Lord, and he answered me,
And delivered me from all my fears.
They looked unto him, and were radiant; and their faces shall never be confounded.
This poor man cried, and the Lord heard him, and saved him out of all his troubles.
The angel of the Lord encampeth round about them that fear
him, and delivereth them.
Oh, taste and see that the Lord is good: blessed is the man that taketh refuge in him.
Oh fear the Lord, ye his saints; for there is no want to them that fear him.
Come, ye children, hearken unto me: I will teach you the fear of the Lord.
What man is he that desireth life, and loveth many days, that he may see good?
Keep thy tongue from evil, and thy lips from speaking guile.
Depart from evil, and do good; seek peace, and pursue it.
The eyes of the Lord are toward the righteous and his ears are open unto their cry.
The face of the Lord is against them that do evil,
To cut off the remembrance of them from the earth.
The righteous cried and the Lord heard, and delivered them out of all their troubles.
The Lord is nigh unto them that are of a broken heart.
And saveth such as are of a contrite spirit.
Many are the afflictions of the righteous; but the Lord delivereth him out of them all.
He keepeth all his bones: not one of them is broken.
Evil shall slay the wicked; and they that hate the righteous shall be condemned.
The Lord redeemeth the soul of his servants;
And none of them that take refuge in him shall be condemned.
# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/Ballad

BALLAD
I know my love is true,  And oh the day is fair. The sky is clear and blue, The flowers are rich of hue,  The air I breathe is rare,  I have no grief or care; For my own love is true,  And oh 'the day is fair.
My love is false I find,  And oh the day is dark. Blows sadly down the wind, While sorrow holds my mind;  I do not hear the lark,  For quenched is life's dear spark,— My love is false I find,  And oh the day is dark!
For love doth make the day  Or dark or doubly bright; Her beams along the way Dispel the gloom and gray.  She lives and all is bright,  She dies and life is night. For love doth make the day,  Or dark or doubly bright.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/Blue

BLUE
Standin' at de winder,  Feelin' kind o' glum, Listenin' to de raindrops  Play de kettle drum, Lookin' crost de medders  Swimmin' lak a sea; Lawd 'a' mussy on us,  What's de good o' me?
Can't go out a-hoein',  Wouldn't ef I could; Groun' too wet fu' huntin',  Fishin' ain't no good. Too much noise fo' sleepin',  No one hyeah to chat; Des mus' stan' an' listen  To dat pit-a-pat.
Hills is gittin' misty,  Valley's gittin' dahk; Watch-dog's 'mence a-howlin',  Rathah have 'em ba'k Dan a-moanin' solemn  Somewhaih out o' sight; Rain-crow des a-chucklin'—  Dis is his delight.
Mandy, bring my banjo,  Bring de chillen in, Come in f'om de kitchen,  I feel sick ez sin. Call in Uncle Isaac,  Call Aunt Hannah, too, Tain't no use in talkin',  Chile, I's sholy blue.
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/Bein' Back Home

BEIN' BACK HOME
Home agin, an' home to stay— Yes, it's nice to be away. Plenty things to do an' see, But the old place seems to me Jest about the proper thing. Mebbe 'ts 'cause the mem'ries cling Closer 'round yore place o' birth 'N ary other spot on earth.
W'y it's nice jest settin' here, Lookin' out an' seein' clear, 'Thout no smoke, ner dust, ner haze In these sweet October days. What's as good as that there lane, Kind o' browned from last night's rain? 'Pears like home has got the start When the goal's a feller's heart.
What's as good as that there jay Screechin' up'ards towards the gray Skies? An' tell me, what's as fine As that full-leafed pumpkin vine? Tow'rin' buildin's—? yes, they're good; But in sight o' field and wood, Then a feller understan's 'Bout the house not made with han's.
Let the others rant an' roam When they git away from home; Jest gi' me my old settee An' my pipe beneath a tree; Sight o' medders green an' still, Now and then a gentle hill, Apple orchards, full o' fruit, Nigh a cider press to boot—
That's the thing jest done up brown; D'want to be too nigh to town; Want to have the smells an' sights, An' the dreams o' long still nights, With the friends you used to know In the keerless long ago— Same old cronies, same old folks, Same old cider, same old jokes.
Say, it's nice a-gittin' back, When yore pulse is growin' slack, An' yore breath begins to wheeze Like a fair-set valley breeze; Kind o' nice to set aroun' On the old familiar groun', Knowin' that when Death does come, That he'll find you right at home.
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/Booker T. Washington

BOOKER T. WASHINGTON
The word is writ that he who runs may read. What is the passing breath of earthly fame? But to snatch glory from the hands of blame— That is to be, to live, to strive indeed. A poor Virginia cabin gave the seed, And from its dark and lowly door there came A peer of princes in the world's acclaim, A master spirit for the nation's need. Strong, silent, purposeful beyond his kind,  The mark of rugged force on brow and lip, Straight on he goes, nor turns to look behind  Where hot the hounds come baying at his hip; With one idea foremost in his mind,  Like the keen prow of some on-forging ship.
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/At Sunset Time

AT SUNSET TIME
Adown the west a golden glow  Sinks burning in the sea, And all the dreams of long ago  Come flooding back to me. The past has writ a story strange  Upon my aching heart, But time has wrought a subtle change,  My wounds have ceased to smart.
No more the quick delight of youth,  No more the sudden pain, I look no more for trust or truth  Where greed may compass gain. What, was it I who bared my heart  Through unrelenting years, And knew the sting of misery's dart,  The tang of sorrow's tears?
'Tis better now, I do not weep,  I do not laugh nor care; My soul and spirit half asleep  Drift aimless everywhere. We float upon a sluggish stream,  We ride no rapids mad, While life is all a tempered dream  And every joy half sad.
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/Ballade

BALLADE
By Mystic's banks I held my dream.  (I held my fishing rod as well,) The vision was of dace and bream,  A fruitless vision, sooth to tell.  But round about the sylvan dell Were other sweet Arcadian shrines,  Gone now, is all the rural spell, Arcadia has trolley lines.
Oh, once loved, sluggish, darkling stream,  For me no more, thy waters swell, Thy music now the engines' scream,  Thy fragrance now the factory's smell;  Too near for me the clanging bell; A false light in the water shines  While Solitude lists to her knell,— Arcadia has trolley lines.
Thy wooded lanes with shade and gleam  Where bloomed the fragrant asphodel, Now bleak commercially teem  With signs "To Let," "To Buy," "To Sell."  And Commerce holds them fierce and fell; With vulgar sport she now combines  Sweet Nature's piping voice to quell. Arcadia has trolley lines.
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/Beyond The Years

BEYOND THE YEARS
I
Beyond the years the answer lies, Beyond where brood the grieving skies  And Night drops tears. Where Faith rod-chastened smiles to rise  And doff its fears, And carping Sorrow pines and dies—  Beyond the years.
 II
Beyond the years the prayer for rest Shall beat no more within the breast;  The darkness clears, And Morn perched on the mountain's crest  Her form uprears— The day that is to come is best,  Beyond the years.
 III
Beyond the years the soul shall find That endless peace for which it pined,  For light appears, And to the eyes that still were blind  With blood and tears, Their sight shall come all unconfined  Beyond the years.
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/At The Tavern

AT THE TAVERN
A lilt and a swing, And a ditty to sing, Or ever the night grow old; The wine is within, And I 'm sure 't were a sin For a soldier to choose to be cold, my dear, For a soldier to choose to be cold.
We 're right for a spell, But the fever is—well, No thing to be braved, at least; So bring me the wine; No low fever in mine, For a drink is more kind than a priest, my dear,
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/Behind The Arras

BEHIND THE ARRAS As in some dim baronial hall restrained, A prisoner sits, engirt by secret doors And waving tapestries that argue forth Strange passages into the outer air; So in this dimmer room which we call life, Thus sits the soul and marks with eye intent That mystic curtain o'er the portal death; Still deeming that behind the arras lies The lambent way that leads to lasting light. Poor fooled and foolish soul! Know now that death Is but a blind, false door that nowhere leads, And gives no hope of exit final, free.
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# The Catholic Prayer Book and Manual of Meditations/The Dolors of the Blessed Virgin Mary

The Dolors of the Blessed Virgin Mary
BY the Cross, on which suspended.
With his bleeding hands extended,
Hung that Son she so adored,
Stood the mournful Mother weeping,
She whose heart, its silence keeping,
Grief had cleft as with a sword.
Oh! the Mother’s sad affliction —
Mother of all benediction —
Of the sole-begotten One!
Oh, the grieving, sense-bereaving
Of her heaving breast perceiving
The dread sufferings of her Son!
What man is there so unfeeling
Who, his heart to pity steeling,
Could behold that sight unmoved?
Could Christ’s Mother see there weeping,
See the pious Mother keeping
Vigil by the Son she loved.
For His people’s sins atoning,
She saw Jesus writhing, groaning,
’Neath the scourge wherewith He bled;
Saw her loved one, her Consoler,
Dying in His dreadful dolor.
Till at length His spirit fled.
O thou Mother of election!
Fountain of all pure affection!
Make thy grief, thy pain, my own;
Make my heart to God returning,
In the love of Jesus burning,
Feel the fire that thine has known.
Blessed Mother of prediction.
Stamp the marks of crucifixion
Deeply on my stony heart,
Ever leading where thy bleeding
Son is pleading for my needing,
Let me in His wounds take part.
Make me truly, each day newly,
While life lasts, O Mother, duly
Weep with Him, the crucified!
Let me, ’tis my sole demanding,
Near the Cross, where thou art standing,
Stand in sorrow at thy side.
Queen of Virgins, best and dearest,
Grant, oh! grant the prayer thou hearest,
Let me ever mourn with thee;
Let compassion me so fashion
That Christ’s wounds, His death and passion,
Be each day renewed in me.
Oh! those wounds do not deny me!
On that Cross, oh! crucify me!
Let me drink His blood I pray;
Then on fire, enkindled, daring,
I may stand without despairing
On the dreadful Judgment Day.
Make the Cross be my salvation.
Make Christ’s death my preservation,
Make His grace my heart make wise,
And when death my body taketh,
Make my soul when it awaketh,
Ope in heaven its raptured eyes.
# The Catholic Prayer Book and Manual of Meditations/The Other Sacraments——Baptism

The other Sacraments.
HOW TO ADMINISTER BAPTISM.
PROVIDED an infant is in danger of dying before a Priest can be procured, any other person, whether man, woman, or child, may baptize it in the following manner:
Whilst pouring common water on the head of the infant, pronounce the words, “I baptize thee in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost.” The water must be common and natural water, and must be poured on by the same person who repeats the words; and care must be taken to repeat the words exactly, and to pronounce them at the same time that the water is poured on.
# The Catholic Prayer Book and Manual of Meditations/The Holy Name of Jesus

THE HOLY NAME OF JESUS.
Jesus! the very thought of thee With sweetness ﬁlls my breast: But sweeter far thy face to see, And in thy presence rest.
Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame, Nor can the memory ﬁnd, A sweeter sound than thy blest name, O Saviour of mankind!
O hope of every contrite heart, O joy of all the meek, To those who fall, how kind thou art How good to those that seek
But what to those who ﬁnd? Ah! this Nor tongue nor pen can show; The Love of Jesus, what it is, None but his loved ones know.
Jesus! our only joy be thou As thou our prize wilt be; Jesus! be thou our glory now, And through eternity.
O Jesus! thou the beauty art Of angel worlds above; Thy name is music to the heart, Enchanting it with love.
Celestial sweetness unalloyed! Who eat thee hunger still; Who drink of thee still feel a void, Which nought but thou can fill.
O my sweet Jesus! hear the sighs Which unto thee I send; To thee my inmost spirit cries, My being’s hope and end!
Stay with us, Lord, and with thy light Illume the soul's abyss; Scatter the darkness of our night, And ﬁll the world with bliss.
O Jesus! spotless virgin ﬂower! Our life and joy! to thee Be raise, beatitude. and power, Through all eternity. Amen.
# The Catholic Prayer Book and Manual of Meditations/The Magnificat

The Magnificat,
OR CANTICLE OF THE BLESSED VIRGIN
1. My soul doth magnify: the Lord.
2. And my spirit hath rejoiced: in Hod my Saviour.
3. For he hath regarded the lowliness of his handmaid: for behold from henceforth all generations shall call me blessed.
4. For he that is mighty hath done great things unto me: and holy is his name.
5. And his mercy is from generation to generation: unto them that fear him.
6. He hath showed strength with his arm: he hath scattered the proud in the imagination of their heart.
7. He hath put down the mighty from their seat: and hath exalted the humble.
8. He hath filled the hungry with good things: and the rich he hath sent empty away.
​9. He hath holden his servant Israel: being mindful of his mercy.
10. As he spake unto our fathers: for Abraham and his seed for ever.
Glory, etc.