1826.

EVENING.

Creator, Saviour, strengthening Guide,
Now on Thy mercy's ocean wide
Far out of sight we seem to glide.

Eternal One, Almighty Trine!

Since Thou art ours and we are Thine,
By all Thy love did once resign,

By all the grace Thy heavens still hide,
We pray Thee, keep us at Thy side,
Creator, Saviour, strengthening Guide!

JOHN KEBLE.

1839.

FIRST SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY.

MORNING.

Psalm i.

Blest is the man who walks with God,
Of worldly counsels ware,

Stands not in sinner's devious road,
Nor sits in scorner's chair.

But in the Lord's own word and way
Is ever his delight;

The cloud that guides him day by day,
The pillared fire by night.

His works shall prosper like the tree
By living waters fed,
Which bears aloft unfadingly

Its fair and fruitful head.

No state like this the ungodly know,
Their joy may never last;

Like to the chaff which to and fro
Is scattered by the blast.

The sinner's way must end in wrath;
But God hath seen and known
In life and death His people's path,
And He will save His own.

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
One mighty God of heaven,
All glory by the angel host

And saints on earth be given.

JOHN KEBLE, altered.

EVENING.

'We love him, because he first loved us.'-Epistle.

1506-1552.

1849.

'O Deus, ego amo Te.'

My God, I love Thee, not because
I hope for heaven thereby,

Nor because they who love Thee not
Must burn eternally.

Thou, O my Jesu, Thou didst me
Upon the cross embrace;

For me didst bear the nails and spear
And manifold disgrace,

And griefs and torments numberless,
And sweat of agony,

E'en death itself, and all for one
Who was Thine enemy.

Then why, O blessèd Jesus Christ,
Should I not love Thee well,

Not for the sake of winning heaven
Or of escaping hell:

Not with the hope of gaining ought,

Not seeking a reward;

But as Thyself hast lovèd me,
O ever loving Lord?

E'en so I love Thee and will love,
And in Thy praise will sing,
Solely because Thou art my God
And my eternal King.

ST. FRANCIS XAVIER?
tr. by EDWARD CASWALL.

1696.

SECOND SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY.

MORNING.

Psalm viii.

O Thou, to whom all creatures bow
Within this earthly frame,

Through all the world how great art Thou!
How glorious is Thy name!

In heaven Thy wondrous acts are sung,
Nor fully reckoned there;

And yet Thou mak'st the infant tongue
Thy boundless praise declare.

Through Thee the weak confound the strong
And crush their haughty foes;

And so Thou quell'st the wicked throng
That Thee and Thine oppose.

O Thou, to whom all creatures bow
Within this earthly frame,

Through all the world how great art Thou!
How glorious is Thy name!

NAHUM TATE and NICHOLAS BRADY

(New Version).

EVENING.

'Hereby we know that he abideth in us, by the Spirit which he hath given us.'-Epistle.

1852.

O Thou, who on Thy sainted choir
Didst light in cloven tongues of fire,
Spirit of power, on us come down,
With light and life our heads to crown.

Come like a dove upon its nest,
O'er this Thy gathered household rest,
Till each one's inmost soul be stirred
With Thy still voice, Thy mighty word.

So shall this roof Thy praise prolong,
Nor ever from our lips the song
Of Peace on earth to men of peace'
And Glory to our God' shall cease.

Praise to the Father and the Son
And Holy Spirit, Three in One,
Eternal praise to each be given
By all on earth and all in heaven.

WILLIAM JOHN BLEW.