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SEXAGESIMA SUNDAY.

PSALM XXIV.

187

Isaiah lviii. 13.

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ELCOME blest Day,of days the best,
Design'd of GOD for holy rest;
When to His house His saints repair,
To offer solemn praise and prayer,

2 This is employment all divine !
My soul the blest assembly join;
Go, bow before Thy Maker's Throne,
And all thy SAVIOUR's glories own,
S Forget all earthly things and cares,
And soar by faith above the stars;
On wings of strong devotion rise,
And feast on fruits of Paradise.

4 Glory to God, whose love assigns
This sacred rest for wearied minds';
O that our pray'rs and praise may rise,
As grateful incense, to the skies.

5 In holy duties may this day,
In holy pleasures pass away!

And hail that day, while this we spend,
That Sabbath, which will never end.

6 Hail best of days, that God ordain'd,
That man for heaven might be train'd!
Be this my son thy day of rest;
And thus prepare thee to be blest.

Psalm xxxiv cxiii. cxxxix. cxlv. 158.

QUINQUAGESIMA SUNDAY.

PSALM XXVI.

188

.1 Cor. xiii.

HO' perfect eloquence adorn

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C. M.

With sweet persuasive tongue,
Though man could speak in higher strains
Than ever angel sung:

2 Though liberal gifts the hand imparts;
Though faith could rocks remove,
It profits nothing, if devoid

Of charity and love,

3 LOVE suffers long, Love envies not,
True love is ever kind

dve glows with social tenderness;
Love feels for all mankind.

4 Love still shall hold an endless reign,
In earth, and heav'n above;

When tongues shall cease, and prophets fail,
And ev'ry gift but love.

5 Now darkly seen, as through à glass,
Are GoD and truth beheld;

Then shall we see as face to face,

And Góp shall be unveil'd.

Faith, hope and love now dwell on earth,
And earth by them is blest;

But faith and hope must yield to love,
Of all the graces best.

Hope shall to full fruition rise,
Faith lost in sight above:

But love shall triumph to the end;
The heav'n of heav'ns is Love. Į
Psalin xlev. cxxvi. cxlviii. 152

ASH WEDNESDAY.

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PSALM VI.

The lamentation of a sinner.*

189

LORD, turn not Thy face away
From him that lies prostrate,

Lamenting sore his many sins,

Before Thy mercy's gate,

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LORD, I come to Thy throne of grace,
Where mercy doth abound,
Desiring mercy for my sins,

To heat my soul's deep wound.

The circumstances of my sins,
Their number and their kind,

Thou know'st them all, and more, much more
Than I can call to mind.

4 O LORD, I need not to repeat,
What I do beg and crave;

For Thou dost know, before I ask,
The thing that I would have.

5 Mercy, good LORD, mercy I ask,
This is the total sum;

For mercy, LORD, is all my suit,
LORD, let Thy mercy come.

Psalm xxxix. cxlii. cxlvi 163.

From the Old Vession,

THE FIRST SUNDAY IN LENT.

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PSALM XXXÍI. LI.

190

L. M.

REAT Judge of all, Eternal King!
Thou mercy's unexhausted spring!
To Thee my contrite heart I rend,

My GOD! my SAVIOUR! and my FRIEND!

2 Surrounded with amazing fears, fsigh and weep, accept my tears; Reject not my unworthy prayer; My guilty soul in mercy spare.

3 Thou, who for man didst feel such pain; Whose precious blood the cross did stain, Forget not what my ransom cost,

Nor let my dear-bought soul be los

4 Thou, who wert mov'd with Mary's grief
Thou, who absolv'd a dying thief,
Grant me at thy right hand a place,
A sinner sav'd alone by grace.

5 My God, what interèst can I make,
Where else can I for refuge take?
Where but in Thee, Friend of mankind,
Can guilty man such mercy find ? *

Psalm xlii. ciii.

Altered from Lord Roscommon's Dies Iræ.

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THE SECOND SUNDAY IN LENT.

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ITH joy we meditate the grace
Of our High Priest above:

His heart is made of tenderness,

Of faithfulness and love.

2 Touch'd with a sympathy within,
He knows our feeble frame;
He knows what sore temptations mean,
For He hath felt the same.

3 He, in the days of feeble flesh,

Pour'd out strong cries and tears: Heb. v. And in His measure feels afresh,

What ev'ry member bears.

4 He'll never quench the smoaking flax,
But raise it to a flame:

The bruised reed He never breaks,
Ner scorns the meanest name.

3 Then, let our humble faith address
His mercy and His pow'r:
We shall obtain deliv'ring grace,
In the distressing hour.

Psalm i, xli. Ixxxvi. cvili. cxt.