Acts 7

• [Act 7:56] O Saving Victim, Open Wide

  O saving Victim, open wide The gate of Heaven to man below; Our foes press on from every side; Your aid supply; Your strength bestow. To your great Name be endless praise; Immortal Godhead, One in Three; Grant us, for endless length of days, In our true native land to be.
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• [Act 7:56] Yesterday, With Exultation

  Yesterday, with exultation, Joined the world in celebration, Of her promised Savior’s birth; Yesterday the angel nation Poured the strains of jubilation O’er the Monarch born on earth. But today o’er death victorious, By his faith and actions glorious, By his miracles renowned, See the Deacon triumph gaining, ’Midst the faithless faith sustaining, First of holy martyrs found. Onward, champion, falter never, Sure of sure reward forever, Holy Stephen, persevere; Perjured witnesses confounding, Satan’s synagogues astounding By thy doctrine true and clear. Thine own Witness is in Heaven, True and faithful, to thee given, Witness of thy blamelessness; By thy name a crown implying, Meet it is thou shouldst be dying For the crown of righteousness. For the crown that fadeth never Bear the torturer’s brief endeavor; Victory waits to end the strife; Death shall be thy life’s beginning, And life’s losing be the winning Of the true and better life. Filled with God’s most Holy Spirit, See the Heav’n thou shalt inherit, Stephen, gaze into the skies; There God’s glory steadfast viewing, Thence thy victor strength renewing, Pant for thy eternal prize. See, as Jewish foes invade thee, See how Jesus stands to aid thee, Stands at God’s right hand on high: Tell how opened heaven is shown thee, Tell how Jesus waits to own thee, Tell it with thy latest cry. As the dying martyr kneeleth, For his murderers he appealeth, For their madness grieving sore; Then in Christ he sleepeth sweetly, And with Christ he reigneth meetly, Martyr firstfruits, evermore.

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• [Act 7:60] Saint Of God, Elect And Precious

  Saint of God, elect and precious, Protomartyr Stephen, bright With thy love of amplest measure, Shining round thee like a light; Who to God commendest, dying, Them that did thee all despite. Glitters now the crown above thee, Figured in thy honored name: O that we, who truly love thee, May have portion in the same; In the dreadful day of judgment Fearing neither sin nor shame. Laud to God, and might, and honor, Who with flowers of rosy dye Crowned thy forehead, and hath placed thee In the starry throne on high: He direct us, He protect us, From death’s sting eternally.

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