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FIFTH SUNDAY AFTER EASTER.
Life nor Death shall us dissever
Sin may seek to snare us,
But his might shall still defend us,
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,
'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,
'Daily be thou praised, my Son,' saith the Lord.
'Daily be thou praised, my Son.
And the work which thy worthiness hath done.'
Spirit of Truth, on this thy day
To thee for help we cry;
Of dark mortality.
Or tongues of various tone;
With fervor in our own.
Is found on earth no more;
In Scripture's sacred lore.
111 demons to control;
Shalt chase them from the soul.
No mystic dreams we share;
And bless thee in our prayer. When tongues shall cease and power decay,
And knowledge empty prove,
Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty, Early in the morning our song shall rise to thee;
Holy, holy, holy, merciful and mighty!
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 theer Perfect in power, in love, and purity.
Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty,
Holy, holy, holy, merciful and mighty,
FIRST SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY.
Room for the proud! Ye sons of clay,
His chariot wheels before.
Far from his palace door.
Who purple lately wore.
Who showed it not before.
That shuts to ope no more, 'Lo here with us the seat,' they cry, 'For him who mocked at poverty, And bade intruding conscience fly Far from his palace door.' 6*