SECOND PART.

VENI CREATOR SPIRITUS.

REATOR Spirit, by whose aid

The world's foundations first were laid,
Come, visit every humble mind;

Come, pour Thy joys on human kind;
From sin and sorrow set us free,

And make Thy temples worthy Thee.

O source of uncreated light,
The Father's promised Paraclete!
Thrice holy fount, thrice holy fire,
Our hearts with heavenly love inspire;
Come, and Thy sacred unction bring,
To sanctify us, while we sing.

Plenteous of grace, descend from high,
Rich in Thy sevenfold energy!

Thou strength of His Almighty hand,

Whose power doth heaven and earth command;

Proceeding Spirit, our defence,
Who doth the gift of tongues dispense,
And crown'st Thy gift with eloquence.

Refine and purge our earthly parts;
But, oh, inflame and fire our hearts!
Our frailties help, our wills control,
Submit the senses to the soul;

And when rebellious they are grown,
Then lay Thy hand, and hold them down.

Chase from our minds the infernal foe,
And peace, the fruit of love, bestow ;
And lest our feet should step astray,
Protect and guide us in the way.

Make us eternal truths receive,
And practise all that we believe;
Give us Thyself, that we may see
The Father, and the Son, by Thee.

Immortal honour, endless fame,
Attend the Almighty Father's name;
The Saviour Son be glorified,
Who for lost man's redemption died;
And equal adoration be,

Eternal Paraclete, to Thee.

Dryden.

WANDERINGS OF THE HEART.

Y God, to keep my heart,

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That it from Thee may never start,
I know is Thy dread will:

But how shall I that task fulfil?

The traitor with my rebel lusts will mix,
And 'tis beyond my power, the mercury to fix.

My heart inclines to bliss;

Yet studies the straight way to miss : My thoughts are loose and vain, When I most strive them to restrain, They fly at random all the world about,

And render my best prayers careless and indevout.

Opinions false one while

My fond credulity beguile;

In a mistaken way,

With pertinaciousness I stray;

I no destructive consequences heed,

Am harder to reclaim the farther I proceed.

Sin the internal cells

Invades, where my remembrance dwells;

Past foul ideas there

In lively colours pictured are;

When to recall truths heavenly I design'd,

Things sensual overspread the surface of my mind.

My God, Thou only art

Able to know, keep, rule, the heart;

Oh, make my heart Thy care, Which I myself to keep despair!

No rebels then will garrison my breast,

Beneath Almighty wings my heart will live at rest.

Ken.

FROM PSALM CIV.

LESS God, my soul!-Thou, Lord, alone
Possessest empire without bounds;

With honour Thou art crown'd, Thy throne

Eternal majesty surrounds.

With light Thou dost Thyself enrobe,

And glory for a garment take;
Heaven's curtains stretch beyond the globe,

Thy canopy of state to make.`

God builds on liquid air, and forms

His palace-chambers in the skies;

The clouds His chariot are, and storms

The swift-wing'd steeds with which He flies.

As bright as flame, as swift as wind,
His ministers heaven's palace fill;
All have their sundry tasks assign'd;
All proud to serve their Sovereign's will.
The various troops of sea and land

In sense of common want agree;
All wait on Thy dispensing hand,
And have their daily alms from Thee.

They gather what Thy stores disperse,
Without their trouble to provide:
Thou opest Thine hand, the Universe,
The craving world, is all supplied.

Thou for a moment hidest Thy face,

The numerous ranks of creatures mourn; Thou takest their breath, all nature's race Forthwith to mother earth return.

Again Thou send'st Thy Spirit forth
To inspire the mass with vital seed;
Nature's restored, and parent earth
Smiles on her new-created breed.

Thus through successive ages stands,
Firm fix'd, Thy providential care;
Pleased with the work of Thy own hands,
Thou dost the wastes of time repair.

Tate.