MEDIÆVAL HYMNS.
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Right gloriously He triumphs now,
Worthy to Whom should all things bow;
And, joining heaven and earth again,
Links in one commonweal the twain.
And we, as these His deeds we sing,
His suppliant soldiers, pray our King,
That in His Palace, bright and vast,
We may keep watch and ward at last.
Long as unending ages run,
To God the Father laud be done;
To God the Son our equal praise,
And God the Holy Ghost, we raise.
This alluded to the mediæval belief, to which we shall again have occasion to refer, that the lion's whelps are born dead;—but that their father, by roaring over them on the third day, raises them to life.
