SECOND SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY. No. III. R. H. WHEN on her Maker's bosom When all with fruit and flowers No sin his face defiling The Heir of Nature stood, Yet, in that hour of blessing, Oh God of pure affection! May such Thy bounties ever To wedded love be shown, And no rude hand dissever Whom Thou hast link'd in one! THIRD SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY. R. H. LORD! whose love, in power excelling, From the filth of vice and folly, From the lusts whose deep pollutions From the miser's cursed treasure, FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY. No. I. H. H. M. LORD! Thou didst arise and say Down they sank, the foamy seas; Lord! Thy gracious word repeat Quell the tyrant's martial heat, Quell the fierce and changing crowd! Then the earth shall find repose FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY. No. II. FROM PSALM LXXXIX. WITH reverence let the just appear Thy words, oh God! the wind control Justice and judgement are Thy throne, Yet wondrous is Thy grace: Go forth before Thy face! FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY. No. III. FROM PSALM XCIII, WITH glory clad, with might array'd, The swelling floods in tumult rise, And foam and lash the sounding shore. The Lord, the mighty God from high, Oh Saviour! make Thy servants pure, And peace becomes Thy temple well. |