WHITSUNDAY. No. II. R. H. SPIRIT of Truth! on this Thy day To guide us through the dreary way We ask not, Lord! Thy cloven flame, We mourn not that prophetic skill We neither have nor seek the power But Thou, in dark temptation's hour, No heavenly harpings soothe our ear, When tongues shall cease, and power decay, Do Thou Thy trembling servants stay With Faith, with Hope, with Love! TRINITY SUNDAY. R. H. HOLY, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty! God in three persons, blessed Trinity! Holy, holy, holy! all the saints adore Thee, Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea; Cherubim and seraphim falling down before Thee, Which wert and art, and evermore shalt be! Holy, holy, holy! though the darkness hide Thee, Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty! All Thy works shall praise Thy name in earth and sky and sea; Holy, holy, holy! merciful and mighty! God in three persons, blessed Trinity! FIRST SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. No. I. R. H. ROOM for the Proud! Ye sons of clay Lo! with what scorn his lofty eye Room for the Proud! but slow the feet That bear his coffin down the street: And dismal seems his winding-sheet, Who purple lately wore ! Ah! where must now his spirit fly. Room for the Proud! in ghastly state The lords of Hell his coming wait, And flinging wide the dreadful gate That shuts to ope no more. "Lo here with us the seat," they cry, "For him who mock'd at Poverty, And bade intruding Conscience fly Far from his palace door!" FIRST SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. No. II. R. H. THE feeble pulse, the gasping breath, The mourners by our parting bed, But, from the much-loved world to part, To dream through life a gaudy dream To meet o'er-soon our angry King, O Searcher of the secret heart, Who deign'd for sinful man to die! Restore us ere the spirit part, Nor give to hell the victory! |