William Henry Harris
William Henry Harris (1883-1973)
Behold now, praise the Lord
Behold now, praise the Lord : all ye servants of the Lord; Ye that by night stand in the house of the Lord : even in the courts of the house of our God. Lift up your hands in the sanctuary : and praise the Lord. The Lord that made heaven and earth : give thee blessing out of Sion.
Faire is the heaven
Faire is the heaven where happy soules have place In full enjoyment of felicitie; Whence they do still behold the glorious face Of the Divine, Eternall Majestie; Yet farre more faire be those bright Cherubins Which all with golden wings are overdight. And those eternall burning Seraphins Which from their faces dart out fiery light; Yet fairer than they both and much more bright Be the Angels and Archangels Which attend on God's owne person without rest or end. These then in faire each other farre excelling As to the Highest they approach more neare, Yet is that Highest farre beyond all telling Fairer than all the rest which there appeare Though all their beauties joynd together were; How then can mortal tongue hope to expresse The image of such endlesse perfectnesse?
Holy is the true light
Holy is the True Light, and passing wonderful, lending radiance to them that endured in the heat of the conflict, from Christ they inherit a home of unfading splendour, wherein they rejoice with gladness evermore. Alleluia!
from the Salisbury Diurnal by GH Palmer
Most glorious Lord of life, that on this day Didst make Thy triumph over death and sin, And having harrowed hell, didst bring away Captivity thence captive, us to win. This joyous day, dear Lord, with joy begin, And grant that we may for whom Thou didest die, Being with Thy dear blood clean washed from sin, May live forever in felicity. And that Thy love we weighing worthily, May likewise love Thee for the same again; And for Thy sake, that all like dear didst buy, With love may one another entertain. So let us love, dear Love, like as we ought; Love is the lesson which the Lord us taught.
Edmund Spenser (c.1552 – 1599) Sonnet LXVIII, 1595
Strengthen ye the weak hands
The Lord hath created medicines out of the earth; and he that is wise will not abhor them. And he hath given men skill, that he might be honoured in his amrvellous works. My son, in thy sickness leave off from sin, and order thy hands arights, and cleanse thy heart from all wickedness. Strengthen ye the weak hands, and confirm the feeble knees. Say to them that are of a fearful heart, Be strong, fear not: behold, your God will come; he will come and save you. Then shall the eyes of the blind be opened, and the ears of the deaf shall be unstopped. Then shall the lame man leap as an hart, and the tongue of the dumb shall sing: for in the wilderness shall waters break out, and streams in the desert. The wilderness and the solitary place shall be glad for them: and the desert shall rejoice, and blossom as the rose. It shall blossom abundantly, and rejoice with joy and singing: the glory of Lebanon shall be given unto it, the excellency of Carmel and Sharon, they shall see the glory of the Lord, and the excellency of our God. O Saviour of the world, who by thy Cross and precious Blood hast redeemed us, Save us and help us, we humbly beseech thee, O Lord.
Ecclesiasticus 38: 4, 6, 9, 10, 12; Isaiah 35: 1-6; Book of Common Prayer