Saturday, November 5, 2022
420. Proper 5 (Series B)
Seed of the woman, Lord of all,
First gospel Promise at man's fall,
You put on manhood, in our stead
To die, and rising from the dead,
With bruised heel crushed the serpent's head.
Lord, help us, knowing this is true,
Accordingly to speak and do;
That in Your grace we may abound
And with Your risen saints be found
Where thankful praises will resound.
Meanwhile, Lord, let us not lose heart,
Though morbid be our outward part;
For inwardly each day renewed,
Your unseen blessings we have viewed,
And greater glory will exude.
So be this earthly tent thrown down,
We have with You a home, a crown,
Reserved for us in unseen lands:
A temple, made without men's hands,
That to the end of ages stands.
Now keep us, Savior glorified;
Let nothing us from You divide!
To this rich promise let us cling,
That having bound our former king,
Ourselves as spoils to God You bring.