FIFTH SUNDAY AFTER EASTER. LIFE nor Death shall us dissever Sin may seek to snare us, Doubt and fear and grim despair, Their fangs against us try: But his might shall still defend us, And his Holy Spirit send us Comfort ere we die. ASCENSION DAY, AND SUNDAY AF TER. '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.' 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 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, And bless thee in our prayer. When tongues shall cease and power decay, Do thou thy trembling servants stay TRINITY SUNDAY. 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, 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. 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. ROOM for the proud! Ye sons of clay, Lo, with what scorn his lofty eye Room for the proud! but slow the feet Ah, where must now his spirit fly Room for the proud in ghastly state Lo here with us the seat,' they cry, 6* |