Curb for the stubborn steed, Making its will give heed; Wing that directest right The wild bird’s wandering flight; Helm for the ships that keep Their pathway o’er the deep; Shepherd of sheep that own Their Master on the throne, Stir up Thy children meek, With guileless lips to speak, In hymn and song, Thy praise, Guide of their infant ways. O King of saints, O Lord, Mighty all-conquering Word; Son of the Highest God, Wielding His wisdom’s rod; Our stay when cares annoy, Giver of endless joy; Of all our mortal race, Saviour, of boundless grace, O Jesus, hear! Shepherd and Sower Thou, Now helm, and bridle now, Wing for the heavenward flight Of flock all pure and bright, Fisher of men, the blest Out of the world’s unrest, Out of sin’s troubled sea, Taking us, Lord, to Thee; Out of the waves of strife, With bait of blissful life, With choicest fish, good store, Drawing Thy nets to shore. Lead us, O Shepherd true, Thy mystic sheep, we sue, Lead us, O holy Lord, Who from Thy sons dost ward, With all prevailing charm, Peril, and curse, and harm; O path where Christ hath trod, O way that leads to God! O Word, abiding aye, O endless Light on high, Mercy’s fresh-springing flood, Worker of all things good, O glorious Life of all That on their Maker call, Christ Jesus, hear! . . . . . Our holy tribute this, For wisdom, life, and bliss, Singing in chorus meet, Singing in concert sweet, The Almighty’s Son. We, heirs of peace unpriced, We, who are born in Christ, A people pure from stain, Praise we our God again, Lord of our Peace! I must add one other hymn, though it has been often translated, and is found in several modern hymn-books. There is a pretty little version in Longfellow’s _Golden Legend_, but the best is Keble’s fine rendering published in the _Lyra Apostolica_. It is a hymn for eventide, and was sung at ‘The Lighting of the Lamps.’ It has been sung at vespers in the Greek Church for many centuries, and is still in daily use. Φῶς ἱλαρὸν ἁγίας δόξης ἀθανάτου Πατρός οὐρανίου, ἁγίου, µάκαρος, Ἰησοῦ Χριστέ, ἐλθόντες ἐπὶ τοῦ ἡλίου δύσιν, ἰδόντες φῶς ἑσπερινόν, ὑµνοῦµεν Πατέρα, καὶ Υἱόν, καὶ Ἅγιον Πνεῦµα Θεοῦ, ἄξιος εἶ ’ν πᾶσι καιροῖς ὑµνεῖσθαι φωναῖς ὁσίαις Υἱὲ Θεοῦ, ζωὴν ὁ διδούς· διὸ ὁ κοσµός σε δοξάζει. Hail! gladdening Light of His pure glory poured, Who is the immortal Father, heavenly, blest, Holiest of Holies—Jesus Christ our Lord! Now we are come to the sun’s hour of rest, The lights of evening round us shine, We hymn the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit divine! Worthiest art Thou at all times to be sung With undefiled tongue, Son of our God, Giver of Life, alone! Therefore in all the world, Thy glories, Lord, they own.