FOR THE SAME. THE feeble pulse, the gasping breath, But, from the much-loved world to part, To dream through life a gaudy dream To meet o'er soon our angry King, Whose love we passed unheeded by ; Lo this, O Death, thy deadliest sting, O Grave, and this thy victory. O Searcher of the secret heart, Nor give to hell the victory. SECOND SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. FORTH from the dark and stormy sky, Lord, to thine altar's shade we fly; Forth from the world, its hope and fear, Saviour, we seek thy shelter here: Weary and weak, thy grace we pray ; Turn not, O Lord, thy guests away. Long have we roamed in want and pain, THIRD SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. THERE was joy in heaven, There was joy in heaven, When this goodly world to frame There was joy in heaven, There was joy in heaven, There was joy in heaven, When of love the midnight beam Dawned on the towers of Bethlehem ; And along the echoing hill Angels sang-On earth good will, And glory in the Heaven.' There is joy in heaven, When the sheep that went astray FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. I praised the earth, in beauty seen I praised the sun, whose chariot rolled O God, O good beyond compare, Where thy redeemed shall dwell with Thee. |