Thou Who Sentest Thine Apostles

Thou who sent­est Thine apos­tles

Two and two be­fore Thy face

Partners in the night of toil­ing

Heirs to­ge­ther of Thy grace

Throned at length

their la­bors ended

Each in his ap­point­ed place.

Praise to Thee for those Thy cham­pi­ons

Whom our hymns today pro­claim;

One

whose zeal by Thee en­light­ened

Burned anew with nob­ler flame;

One

the kins­man of Thy child­hood

Brought at last to know Thy name.

Praise to Thee! Thy fire with­in them

Spake in love

and wrought in pow­er;

Seen in migh­ty signs and won­ders

In Thy Church’s morn­ing hour;

Heard in tones of stern­est warn­ing

When the storms be­gan to low­er.

Once again those storms are break­ing;

Hearts are fail­ing

love grows cold;

Faith is dark­ened

sin ab­ound­ing;

Grievous wolves as­sail Thy fold;

Save us

Lord

our one sal­va­tion;

Save the faith re­vealed of old.

Call the err­ing by Thy pi­ty;

Warn the tempt­ed by Thy fear;

Keep us true to Thine al­le­giance

Counting life it­self less dear

Standing firm­er

hold­ing fast­er

As we see the end draw near.

Till

with ho­ly Jude and Si­mon

And the thou­sand faith­ful more

We

the good con­fess­ion wit­nessed

And the life­long con­flict o’er

On the sea of fire and crys­tal

Stand

and won­der

and ad­ore.

God the Fa­ther

great and won­drous

In Thy works

to Thee be praise;

King of saints

to Thee be glo­ry

Just and true in all Thy ways;

Praise to Thee

from both pro­ceed­ing

Holy Ghost

through end­less days.