2nd. That, at Thy cost, are call'd, not vainly, ours; Upwards, and press on for the pure intelligential prey; At least, to play The amorous spies, And peep and proffer at Thy sparkling throne; 3rd. Instead of bringing in the blissful prize, And fast'ning on thine eyes, Forfeit our own, And nothing gain, surrenderto Vison But more ambitious loss, at least of brain; Cho. Now by abasèd lids shall learn to be Eagles, and shut our eyes that we may see. THE CLOSE. Therefore to Thee and Thine auspicious ray, Dread sweet! lo, thus At least by us, The delegated eye of day Does first his sceptre, then himself in solemn tribute pay. Thus he undresses His sacred unshorn tresses; At Thy adored feet, thus, he lays down His gorgeous tire Of flame and fire, 1st. 2nd. His glittering robe, Cho. To which he now has no pretence. For being show'd by this day's light, how far Something a brighter shadow, sweet, of Thee; TO THE QUEEN'S MAJESTY ON TWELFTH-DAY. ADAM, 'Mongst those long rows of crowns that gild your race These royal sages sue for decent place. The day-break of the nations; their first ray; A golden harvest of crown'd heads, that meet Swells high, fair confluence of all high-born blood! THE OFFICE OF THE HOLY CROSS. FOR THE HOUR OF MATINS. The Versicle. ORD, by Thy sweet and saving sign, The Responsor. Defend us from our foes and Thine. Ver. Thou shalt open my lips, O Lord; Res. And my mouth shall declare Thy praise. Ver. O God, make speed to save me. Res. O Lord, make haste to help me. Ver. Glory be to the Father, And to the Son, And to the Holy Ghost, Res. As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end. Amen. The Hymn. The wakeful matins haste to sing The world's price set to sale, and by the bold The Antiphon. All hail, fair tree, What song shall raise Thy seemly praise, Who brought'st to light Life out of death, day out of night! The Versicle. Lo, we adore Thee, Dread Lamb! and bow thus low before Thee; The Responsor. 'Cause by the covenant of Thy Cross Thou hast saved at once the whole world's loss. The Prayer. O, my Lord Jesu Christ, Son of the living God! interpose, I pray Thee, Thine own precious death, Thy Cross and Passion, betwixt my soul and Thy judgment, now and in the hour of my death. And vouchsafe to grant me Thy grace and mercy; to the living and dead remission and rest; to Thy Church, peace and concord; to us sinners, life and glory everlasting. Who livest and reignest with the Father, in the unity of the Holy Ghost, one God, world without end. Amen. FOR THE HOUR OF PRIME. The Versicle. ORD, by Thy sweet and saving sign, The Responsor. Defend us from our foes and Thine. Ver. Thou shalt open my lips, O Lord; Res. And my mouth shall declare Thy praise. Ver. O God, make speed to save me. Res. O Lord, make haste to help me. Ver. Glory be to, &c. Res. As it was in, &c. |