SWE HYMN. WEET JESUS! why, why dost Thou love Why is Thy heart still towards us Thy bounty gives us all we have, Thy bounty gives us ev'n Thyself, And we Thyself refuse. And why, my soul, why do we love Such wretched things as these; These that withdraw us from our Lord, And His pure eyes displease? Break off, and raise thy manly eye Up to those joys above! Behold all those thy Lord prepares To woo and crown thy love. Alas, dear Lord! I cannot love Unless Thou draw my heart; Still do Thou love me, O my Lord, Thus may my God and my poor soul Till I depart from this low world To enjoy my God above. To Thee, great God, to Thee alone, One co-eternal Three, All power and praise, all joy and bliss, Now and for ever be ! Y HYMN. My God, had I my breath from Thee, This power to speak and sing, And shall my voice, and shall my song My God, had I my soul from Thee; Alas, not this alone, or that And more I have, and more I hope, Thy blessings first refresh, then fill, Then overflow the brink. But though my voice and fancy be Too low to reach Thy praise; Yet both shall strain Thy glorious Name Glory to the immortal God, May now and ever be! AMEN. LE PSALM. ET us now consider, O Lord our God, let us humbly remember what we are to Thee; We who, alas! are nothing in ourselves, what can we be to Thy immensity? Thou who art all things in Thine own rich self, what canst Thou receive from our poverty? This only we are to Thee, O great Creator, the unthankful objects of all Thy bounties; This only we are to Thee, O dear Redeemer, the unworthy cause of all Thy sufferings. Guilty we committed the crime, and Thou with Thine innocency undertookest the punishment. We went astray from the path of life, and Thy mercy came down from Heaven to seek us; To seek us in the wilderness where we had lost ourselves, and bring us home to the discipline of Thy love. |