A Cento from the Canon of the "Bodiless Ones;" Tuesday in the Week of the Fourth Tone. 10,10,10,10 Joseph of the Studium Stars of the morning, so gloriously bright, Filled with celestial resplendence and light; These that, where night never followeth day, Raise the Trishagion ever and aye: These are Thy counsellors: these dost Thou own, GOD of Sabaoth! the nearest Thy throne; These are Thy ministers; these dost Thou send, Help of the helpless ones! man to defend. These keep the guard, amidst Salem's dear bowers: Thrones, Principalities, Virtues, and Powers: Where with the Living Ones, mystical Four, Cherubin, Seraphin, bow and adore. "Who like the LORD?" -- thunders Michael, the Chief: Raphael, "the Cure of GOD," comforteth grief: And, as at Nazareth, prophet of peace, Gabriel, "the Light of GOD," bringeth release. Then, when the earth was first poised in mid-space, -- Then, when the planets first sped on their race, -- Then, when were ended the six days' employ, -- Then all the sons of GOD shouted for joy. Still let them succour us; still let them fight, LORD of angelic hosts, battling for right! Till, where their anthems they ceaselessly pour, We with the Angels may bow and adore! [No.6 in H. E. C.] |