FIFTH SUNDAY AFTER EASTER.

LIFE nor Death shall us dissever
From his love who reigns for ever!
Will he fail us ? Never ! never !

When to him we cry!

Sin may

seek to snare us, Fury passion tear us ! Doubt and fear, and grim despair,

Their fangs against us try;

But his might shall still defend us,
And his blessed Son befriend us,
And his Holy Spirit send us

Comfort ere we die !

ASCENSION DAY, AND SUNDAY AFTER.

“ Sit thou on my right hand, my Son!” saith

the Lord. “ Sit thou on my right hand, my Son !

Till in the fatal hour

Of my wrath, and my power,
Thy foes shall be a footstool to thy throne !

“Prayer shall be made to thee, my Son!” saith

the Lord. “ Prayer shall be made to thee, my Son!

From earth and air and sea,

And all that in them be,
Which thou for thine heritage hast won!”

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Daily be thou praised, my Son!” saith the Lord. “Daily be thou praised, my Son !

And all that live and move,

Let them bless thy bleeding love, And the work which thy worthiness hath done!"

WHITSUNDAY.

SPIRIT of Truth! on this thy day

To thee for help we cry; To guide us through the dreary way

Of dark mortality!

We ask not, Lord ! thy cloven flame,

Or tongues of various tone; But long thy praises to proclaim

With fervour in our own.

We mourn not that prophetic skill

Is found on earth no more ; Enough for us to trace thy will

In Scripture's sacred lore,

We neither have nor seek the power

Ill demons to control ; But thou in dark temptation's hour,

Shall chase them from the soul.

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No heavenly harpings soothe our ear,

No mystic dreams we share ; Yet hope to feel thy comfort near,

And bless thee in our prayer.

When tongues shall cease, and power decay,

And knowledge empty prove,
Do thou thy trembling servants stay

With Faith, with Hope, with Love !

TRINITY SUNDAY.

Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty,

Early in the morning our song shall rise to thee; Holy, holy, holy, merciful and mighty !

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,

Though the eye of sinful man thy glory may

not see,

Only thou art holy, there is none beside thee,

Perfect in power, in love, and purity!