Praise the Lord! for He is glorious;

Never shall His promise fail :
God hath made His saints victorious;
Sin and death shall not prevail.
Praise the God of our salvation;

Hosts on high His power proclaim;
Heaven, and earth, and all creation,

Laud and magnify His name! Amen.

EVENING, "Jesu! the very thought of Thee," p. 50.

FIFTH SUNDAY AFTER THE EPIPHANY.

BEFORE THE LITANY.

Psalm civ.

My soul, praise the Lord, speak good of His name ;
O Lord our great God, how dost Thou appear!
So passing in glory that great is Thy fame;

Honour and majesty in Thee shine most clear. With light as a robe Thou hast Thee be-clad, Whereby all the earth Thy greatness may see; The heavens in such sort Thou also hast spread That they to a curtain compared may be.

His chamber-beams lie in the clouds full sure,

Which as his chariots are made Him to bear; And there with much swiftness His course doth endure

Upon the wings riding of winds in the air.

By angels in heaven of every degree

And saints upon earth all praise be addrest To God in Three Persons, One God ever blest, As it hath been, now is, and always shall be. Amen!

EVENING, "Jesu! the very thought of Thee," p. 50.

SIXTH SUNDAY AFTER THE EPIPHANY.

BEFORE THE LITANY, Dies Iræ. p. 26.

EVENING, "Great God, what do I see and hear," p. 24.

SEPTUAGESIMA SUNDAY.

EVENING BEFORE.

Thou, Great Creator, art possessed,

And Thou alone, of endless rest,

To Angels only it belongs

To lift to Thee their ceaseless songs.

But we must toil and toil again
With ceaseless woe and endless pain ;
How then can we in exile drear
Raise the glad song of glory here?

O Thou, Who wilt forgiving be
To all who truly turn to Thee,
Grant us to mourn the heavy cause
Of all our woe, Thy broken laws.

Then to the sharp and wholesome grief
Let faith and hope bring due relief,
And we too shall be soon possessed
Of ceaseless songs and endless rest.

To God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit, Three in One,
Let equal praise to Each be given
By men and angels, earth and heaven. Amen.

MORNING.

There is a book who runs may read
Which heavenly truth imparts;

And all the lore its scholars need
Pure eyes and Christian hearts.

The works of God above, below,
Within us and around,

Are pages in that book to shew
How God Himself is found.

The glorious sky embracing all
Is like the Maker's love,

Wherewith encompassed great and small

The moon above, the Church below,
A wondrous race they run;

But all their radiance, all their glow,
Each borrows of it's Sun.

The Saviour lends the light and heat
That crowns His holy hill;

The saints like stars around His seat
Perform their courses still.

The dew of heaven is like Thy grace,
It steals in silence down;

But where it lights the favoured place

By richest fruits is known.

One Name, above all glorious names,
With its ten thousand tongues

The everlasting sea proclaims,

Echoing angelic songs.

The raging fire, the roaring wind,
Thy boundless power display:
But in the gentler breeze we find
Thy Spirit's viewless way.

Two worlds are ours; 'tis only sin
Forbids us to descry

The mystic heaven and earth within,
Plain as the sea and sky.

Thou, Who hast given me eyes to see
And love this sight so fair,

Give me a heart to find out Thee
And read Thee everywhere. Amen.

BEFORE THE LITANY.

Alleluia, song of sweetness,
Voice of joyance, holiest lay,
Alleluia is the glory

Of the choirs in heavenly day,
Which the angels sing, abiding
In the House of God alway.

Alleluia! joyous mother,

Salem, of the saints on high;
Alleluia! one to other

All thy citizens reply;

Exiles we by Babel's waters

Join not yet their melody.