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(Miramur, O Deus, tuæ. No. 23.)
The wonders of th' Almighty hand
Devoutly we admire, Inscribed
upon the vault above In characters of fire.
The sun is ruler of the day,
The moon controls the night; The starry hosts adorn the sky
With varied streams of light.
And hide his dazzling rays,
Their own appointed days.
Now hidden, now displayed :
knows no shade. Oh! fear not, doubt not, that our God
Hath all a father's care; With joy to heaven your hearts uplift,
For endless joys are there. All glory to the Three in One,
The God of joy and peace, Who comforts those who trust to Him,
And bids their sorrows cease.
(Promittis, et servas datam. No. 24.)
A FAITHFUL promise thou hast made,
And thou wilt keep the same:
In earnest prayer we claim.
His guileful lips have made ;
That trusts their treach'rous aid.
Blessed, then, are they who can repose
Entirely on thy breast;
To shake them from their rest.
For thou hast sworn a sacred oath,
On which our hearts rely,
To dwellings in the sky.
Beside th' eternal throne,
And counts them for her own.
O ever-blessed Trinity,
Thou source of endless grace, The hope of glory through thy love
May we with joy embrace !
(Horres superbos, nec tuam. No. 25.)
O God, the hateful pride of man
Shall not usurp thy praise : Yet arrogance too oft presumes
Her shameless front to raise.
Too oft, through man's ingratitude,
Thy blessings cease to flow;
No fruits of love can grow.
like faithful servants, bent To know their Master's will, Will never turn our eyes away
From thy celestial hill.
The long-expected aid,
On which our souls are stayed.
The Father, and the eternal Son,
Our praises shall employ; Who sends the Holy Ghost to be
A pledge of future joy.
(lisdem creati fluctibus. No. 26.)
The deep a two-fold offspring bore,
Men's bodies to maintain ;
The fish, that cleave the main.
Th' immortal soul to feed :
That from His mouth proceed.
Still holds its conquering way,
Its mighty power obey.
The lion's wrath to tame;
And quench the raging flame.
The way that leads to God, And pluck the holy fruits of love
That meet us on our road.
To God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Holy Ghost,
And from the angel-host.
(Dignas quis o Deus tibi. No. 27.)
Oh, how can worthy praises, Lord,
To Thee by man be given !
To show the way to heaven.
Thou dost thyself supply,
And lifts the soul on high.
No pompous rites can e'er atone
For want of grace within:
Thy favour best can win.
For then the heart and lips can join,
To yield thy meed of praise :
Salvation's song can raise.
And humble souls approve,
Our sinful pride remove.
Our praises shall ascend,
Our faithful hearts depend.