Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.
By The Holy Year (1862). III. Hark the sound of holy voicesChristopher Wordsworth (18071885)
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Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Lord, to Thee;
Multitudes which none can number, like the stars in glory stand,
Cloth’d in white apparel, holding palms of victory in their hand.
King, Apostle, Saint, and Martyr, Confessor, Evangelist,
Saintly Maiden, godly Matron, Widows who have watch’d to prayer,
Join’d in holy concert singing to the Lord of all, are there.
Wash’d them in the blood of Jesus; tried they were, and firm they stood:
Mock’d, imprison’d, ston’d, tormented, sawn asunder, slain with sword,
They have conquer’d Death and Satan, by the might of Christ the Lord.
Thee the Captain of Salvation, Thee their Saviour and their King;
Gladly, Lord, with Thee they suffer’d; gladly, Lord, with Thee they died;
And, by Death, to Life immortal they were born, and glorified.
Now they drink, as from a river, holy bliss and infinite;
Love and Peace they taste for ever; and all Truth and Knowledge see
In the beatific vision of the Blessèd Trinity.
In Whose Body, join’d together, all the Saints for ever dwell;
Pour upon us of Thy fulness, that we may for evermore
God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Ghost adore.