O Christ, with each returning morn Thine image to our hearts is borne; The way, the truth, the life, in Thee! Praise God from whom all blessings flow; Praise Him above, ye heavenly host; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Amen. EVENING. The splendours of Thy glory, Lord, Hath no man seen nor known; Here we in darkness sit forlorn, But night will wane and o'er our heads So bright a day for us prepared For us Thou hast in store, That this all-glorious sun shall fade Its sevenfold light before. But ah! too long thou lingerest, And ere we see thee we must cast But when her bonds are rent, my God, And see Thy Face and praise Thee well Grant us Thy peace, Blest Trinity, Give us immortal light. Amen. NOTE.-There are Proper Hymns for the Saturday Evenings before the First Sunday in Advent, Septuagesima Sunday, the Fifth Sunday in Lent, Easter Sunday, Whitsunday, and Trinity Sunday. TWILIGHT HYMN. "When he lighteth the lamps at even he shall burn incense upon it; a perpetual incense before the Lord, throughout your generations." Now the stars are lit in heaven We must light our lamps on earth; Every star a signal given From the God of our new birth; Every lamp an answer faint, Like the prayer of mortal saint. Mark the hour, and turn this way Sons of Israel, far and near, Wearied with the world's dim day Turn to Him Whose eyes are here, Open, watching day and night, Beaming unapproached light! Watchers of the sacred flame, Sons of Aaron! serve in fear; Deadly is the Avenger's aim, Should the unhallowed enter here; Keen His fires, should recreants dare Breathe the pure and fragrant air. There is One will bless your toil, Eve by eve with holy fire, Pray! your prayer will be allowed TWILIGHT HYMN, OR, CANDLE-HYMN OF THE ANCIENT CHRISTIANS." Gladdening Light, all-glorious Fire Of the everlasting Sire! Jesu Christ, Thou blessed Son Sinks to rest the sunlight dim, At all seasons, through all time, Or this, O Goodly Light of the Holy Glory O Jesu Christ: We are come to the sunset, We have seen the evening light, Worthy art Thou at all times Son of God, That givest life : Therefore the world glorifieth Thee. Amen. FIRST SUNDAY IN ADVENT. EVENING, from the Evening before the First Great God! what do I see and hear? The trumpet sounds, the graves restore The dead in Christ shall first arise, No gloomy fears their souls dismay, On those prepared to meet Him. But sinners, filled with guilty fears, For they shall rise, and find their tears The day of grace is past and gone; Trembling they stand before the throne, All unprepared to meet Him. |