We ask not, Lord! thy cloven flame, We mourn not that prophetic skill Is found on earth no more; We neither have nor seek the power Shall chase them from the soul. No heavenly harpings sooth our ear, With Faith, with Hope, with Love! TRINITY SUNDAY. HOLY, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty, God in three persons, blessed Trinity! Holy, holy, holy! all the saints adore thee, Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea; Cherubim and seraphim falling down before thee, Which wert and art and evermore shall be! Holy, holy, holy! though the darkness hide thee, Though the eye of sinful man thy glory may not see, Only thou art holy, there is none beside thee, Perfect in power, in love, and purity! Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty! All thy works shall praise thy name in earth and sky and sea. Holy, holy, holy, merciful and mighty! FIRST SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. His chariot wheels before! Lo! with what scorn his lofty eye Room for the proud! but slow the feet Ah! where must now his spirit fly Who showed it not before! Room for the proud! in ghastly state, The lords of hell his coming wait, And flinging wide the dreadful gate, That shuts to ope no more. "Lo here with us the seat," they cry, "For him who mocked at poverty, And bade intruding conscience fly Far from his palace door!" FOR THE SAME. THE feeble pulse, the gasping breath, But, from the much-loved world to part, To dream through life a gaudy dream Of pride and pomp and luxury, Till wakened by the nearer gleam Of burning, boundless agony; To meet o'er soon our angry king, Whose love we past unheeded by; Lo this, O Death, thy deadliest sting! O Grave, and this thy victory! O Searcher of the secret heart, Who deigned for sinful man to die! SECOND SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. Long have we roamed in want and pain, Long have we sought thy rest in vain; Wildered in doubt, in darkness lost, Long have our souls been tempest-tost; Low at thy feet our sins we lay; Turn not, O Lord! thy guests away! THIRD SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. THERE was joy in heaven! There was joy in heaven! And peace with God in Heaven! There was joy in heaven! Angels sang-" On earth good will, And glory in the Heaven!" There is joy in heaven! Then is there joy in Heaven! FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. I PRAISED the earth, in beauty seen I praised the sun, whose chariot rolled O God! O good beyond compare! If thus thy bounties gild the span FIFTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. CREATOR of the rolling flood! On whom thy people hope alone; Who cam'st, by water and by blood, For man's offences to atone; Who from the labours of the deep Didst set thy servant Peter free, And leaning on thy bounteous hand And when, our livelong toil to crown, and grief to see, Jerusalem, Jerusalem! our tears shall flow for thee. Oh! hadst thou known thy day of grace, and flocked beneath the wing Of him who called thee lovingly, thine own anointed King, Then had the tribes of all the world gone up thy pomp to see, And glory dwelt within thy gates, and all thy sons been free! "And who art thou that mournest me?" replied the ruin gray, 'And fear'st not rather that thyself may prove a castaway? I am a dried and abject branch, my place is given to thee; But wo to every barren graft of thy wild olive-tree! "Our day of grace is sunk in night, our time of "What ruffian hand hath stript thee bare? Whose fury laid thee low?" -"Sin for my footsteps twined her snare, And death has dealt the blow!" "Can art no medicine for thy wound, Nor nature strength supply?" -"They saw me bleeding on the ground, And passed in silence by!" "But, sufferer! is no comfort near Thy terrors to remove ?" "There is to whom my soul was dear, But I have scorned his love." "What if his hand were nigh to save From endless death thy days?" "The soul he ransomed from the grave Should live but to his praise!" "Rise then, O rise! his health embrace, With heavenly strength renewed; And such as is thy Saviour's grace, Such be thy gratitude!" FIFTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. Lo! the lilies of the field, How their leaves instruction yield! By the blessed birds of Heaven! "Say, with richer crimson glows Mortal, fly from doubt and sorrow! "One there lives whose guardian eye SIXTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRI NITY. WAKE not, oh mother! sounds of lamentation! Weep not, oh widow! weep not hopelessly! Strong is his arm, the bringer of salvation, Strong is the word of God to succour thee! Bear forth the cold corpse, slowly, slowly bear him: Hide his pale features with the sable pall: Chide not the sad one wildly weeping near him: Widowed and childless, she has lost her all! Why pause the mourners? Who forbids our weeping? Who the dark pomp of sorrow has delayed? "Set down the bier-he is not dead but sleeping! "Young man, arise!"-He spake, and was obeyed! Change, then, oh sad one! grief to exultation, Worship and fall before Messiah's knee. Strong was his arm, the bringer of salvation, Strong was the word of God to succour thee! NINETEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. OH blest were the accents of early creation, When the word of Jehovah came down from above; In the clods of the earth to infuse animation, And wake their cold atoms to life and to love! And mighty the tones which the firmament rended, When on wheels of the thunder, and wings of the wind, By lightning, and hail, and thick darkness attended, He uttered on Sinai his laws to mankind. And sweet was the voice of the First-born of heaven, (Though poor his apparel, though earthly his form,) Who said to the mourner, "Thy sins are forgiven!" "Be whole!" to the sick,-and "Be still!" to the storm. Oh, Judge of the world! when, arrayed in thy glory, TWENTY-FIRST SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. THE Sound of war! In earth and air The tyrant's sword, the rack, the flame, Amidst his foes alone. Gods of the world! ye warrior host In vain is all your impious boast, 'T is past! 't is o'er! in foul defeat Thou wert my rock, my shield, my sword; TWENTY-SECOND SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. Thy summons again shall be heard from ou OH God! my sins are manifold, against my life high, they cry, While nature stands trembling and naked before And all my guilty deeds foregone, up to thy temthee, And waits on thy sentence to live or to die; When the heaven shall fly fast from the sound of thy thunder, And the sun, in thy lightnings, grow languid and pale, And the sea yield her dead, and the tomb cleave asunder, In the hour of thy terrors, let mercy prevail ! ple fly; Wilt thou release my trembling soul, that to despair is driven? "Forgive!" a blessed voice replied, "and thou shalt be forgiven!" My foemen, Lord! are fierce and fell, they spurn me in their pride, They render evil for my good, my patience they deride; FOR ST. JAMES'S DAY. I love thee, Lord! I love thee still! Though Sinai's curse, in thunder dread, Oh, by the pangs thyself hast borne, By these my pangs, whose healing smart MICHAELMAS DAY. Он, captain of God's host, whose dreadful might Led forth to war the armed Seraphim, And from the starry height, Cast down that ancient dragon, dark and grim! Thine angels, Christ! we laud in solemn lays, Our elder brethren of the crystal sky, Who, 'mid thy glory's blaze, We celebrate their love, whose viewless wing To mortal saints to bring, Or guard the couch of slumbering infancy. But thee, the first and last, we glorify, Who, when thy world was sunk in death and sin, Not with thine hierarchy, The armies of the sky, But didst with thine own arm the battle win, Alone didst pass the dark and dismal shore Alone didst tread the wine-press, and alone, All glorious in thy gore, Didst light and life restore, |