THIRD SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. THERE was joy in heaven, There was joy in heaven, When this goodly world to frame There was joy in heaven, There was joy in heaven, There was joy in heaven, When of love the midnight beam Dawned on the towers of Bethlehem ; And along the echoing hill Angels sang-On earth good will, And glory in the Heaven.' There is joy in heaven, When the sheep that went astray FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. I praised the earth, in beauty seen I praised the sun, whose chariot rolled O God, O good beyond compare, Where thy redeemed shall dwell with Thee. 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 labors of the deep Didst set thy servant Peter free, Grant us, devoid of worldly care, And leaning on thy bounteous hand, To seek thy help in humble prayer, And on thy sacred rock to stand: And when, our livelong toil to crown, SEVENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. WHEN spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil; When summer's balmy showers refresh the mower's toil; When winter binds in frosty chains the fallow and the flood, In God the earth rejoiceth still, and owns his Maker good. The birds that wake the morning, and those that love the shade; The winds that sweep the mountain or lull the drowsy glade; The sun that from his amber bower rejoiceth on his way, The moon and stars, their Master's name in silent pomp display. Shall man, the lord of nature, expectant of the sky, Shall man, alone unthankful, his little praise deny? No, let the year forsake his course, the seasons cease to be, Thee, Master, must we always love, and, Sa+ viour, honor thee. |