Thy new-born people, gracious Lord, Confess thee in thine own great name; By hope they taste the rich reward, Which faith already dares to claim. Father, may we thy laws fulfil, Blest Son, may we thy precepts learn; And thou, blest Spirit, guide our will, Our feet unto thy pathway turn. Yea, Father, may thy will be done, Amen. EVENSONG. (O luce qui tuâ lates. No. 83.) O THOU who dwellest bright on high, Thee we confess, in thee believe, O Father, by thy saints adored, We see the Father in the Son, For God the Father, God the Son, To God the Father, God the Son, SAINTS' DAYS. ST. PAUL. MATINS. (Quos in hostes, Saule, tendis. No. 84.) 'GAINST What foemen art thou rushing, Saul, what madness drives thee on? Innocents in fury crushing, Children of the sinless One; Oh, how shortly Shall He make His vengeance known! See the Lord, from heaven descending, Smites him, blinds him, lays him low: See the persecutor bending Humbly, meekly to the blow. See him rising Friend to Christ, no longer foe. Breathing slaughter, chains preparing, Now that he has lost his daring, Now into a lamb is turned. Christ, thy power is man's salvation, Makes that sacred cause his own. Praise the Father, God of heaven, Him who reigns supreme on high: Praise the Son, for sinners given Both to suffer and to die : Praise the Spirit, Who prepares us for the sky. EVENSONG. (Pastore percusso, minas. No. 85.) THE shepherd slain, the wolf returns, But when there meets him on the road Now meek and gentle, foe no more, O thou, who with a word hast strewn Thou, whose resistless grace hath bowed Thou, Shepherd, lift thine hand to crush And now to God, the Three in One AN APOSTLE. NOCTURN. (Supreme quales arbiter. No. 86.) WHAT feeble instruments, O Lord, Yes, frail the vessels, but within The heavenly torch is laid; Which only waits Thy word to burst Like lightning through the shade. H |