| W. Garrett Horder, comp. The Poets’ Bible: New Testament. 1895. | | | | “St. Barnabas the Apostle” | | From the Parisian Breviary |
| | Translated by Isaac Williams
CROWN’D with immortal jubilee | |
| Thy soul this day set free, | |
| To the calm Heavens from earth did pass, | |
| O holy Barnabas! | |
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| He, for whose sake, at whose dear call, | 5 |
| Thou gavest up thine all: | |
| He shall thine all, thy treasure be, | |
| Lasting eternally. | |
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| ’Mid fasting, prayer, and holy hands, | |
| Lo, ’mid the saints he stands, | 10 |
| The Spirit’s high behest to bear, | |
| Christ’s Heaven-sent messenger. | |
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| Thou hast with Paul in labours stood | |
| Blest bond of brotherhood! | |
| One in the mandate sent from high, | 15 |
| And one in charity. | |
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| To what barbaric shores away | |
| Did ye that light convey, | |
| When boldly from your race ye turn’d, | |
| Who Faith’s glad message spurn’d? | 20 |
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| Lord, when to us, an offer’d guest, | |
| Shall come that Spirit blest, | |
| Let not our hearts Heaven’s bounty slight, | |
| Deeming their darkness light! | |
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| All glory and all praise to Thee | 25 |
| Thrice holy Trinity, | |
| Who hast disclosed in this our night, | |
| Thine everlasting light! | | | | |
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