Anthem.*

Holy, holy, holy
Lord God Almighty!

Thou to whom, alone, are
All praise and glory due!
Holy, holy, holy
Lord God Almighty!
Father everlasting!
Righteous, just, and true!

Bending down before thee,
Lo! thy sons adore thee,
Hand and voice declaring
JEHOVAH is thy Name:
Winds in tempests blowing,
Waves o'er ocean flowing,
To remotest regions

Thy might and power proclaim.

In the heavens' expansion

Thou hast fixed thy mansion,
Clouds of endless glory
Encompassing thy throne!

Set to music by Mr. Webbe.

Heard but in thy thunders!
Seen but in thy wonders!
Through eternal ages

Thou art God alone!

'T is thy breath informs us;
"T is thy spirit warms us;
If thy face be turned

We should cease to be.

Height nor depth oppose thee,
Trembling nature knows thee;
Through the vast creation

There is none but Thee.

Holy, holy, holy
Lord God Almighty!

Thou to whom alone are

All praise and glory due!
Holy, holy, holy
Lord God Almighty!

Father everlasting!

Righteous, just, and true!

Hymn.

Though he slay me, yet will I trust in Him."-JOB xiii. 15.

GOD of my life, my hope, my fear,

In whom alone is all my trust,

I feel the closing hour draw near
That gives this fainting frame to dust.

Like the tired hart, at bay I stand,

Thy toils have compassed me around; I wait the death-stroke from thy hand, And stoop resigned to meet the wound.

Yet one fond wish still warms my soul
To thee, in humblest hope exprest,
That, ere the darkening shadows roll
To close me in their final rest;

Thou would'st some worthier aim inspire, Some living energy impart,

Some holier spark of purer fire

Rekindling in my dying heart;

That when, removed from grief and pain, This fragile form on earth shall lie,

Some happier effort may remain

To touch one human heart with joy;

One nobler precept to bestow,

One kind and generous wish reveal,
To bid the breast with virtue glow -
To love, to pity, and to feel;

To soothe the ills it cannot cure;
The sufferer's injuries redress;
And through life's varied channels pour
The living streams of happiness.

Then, though in cold oblivion laid,
Some secret beam of heavenly glow
May pierce the dark incumbent shade,

And warm the dust that rests below.

This mouldering form, from God that came,
An instrument at his command,
Waits silent yet, through all its frame,
The impulse of its Master's hand.

Smite, Lord! this frame shall own thy power,
And every trembling chord reply;

Smite, Lord! and in my latest hour,
This falling frame shall ring with joy.

Orison.*

ALL nature, hear the sacred song!
Attend, O earth, the solemn strain!
Ye whirlwinds wild, that sweep along;
Ye darkening storms of beating rain;
Umbrageous glooms, and forests drear;
And solitary deserts, hear!

Be still, ye winds, whilst to the Maker's praise

The creature of his power aspires his voice to raise.

*Translation from the Italian of Lorenzo de Medici.

O may the solemn breathing sound
Like incense rise before the throne,
Where He, whose glory knows no bound,
Great cause of all things, dwells alone.
"T is He I sing, whose powerful hand
Balanced the skies, outspread the land;

Who spoke-from ocean's stores sweet waters came, And burst resplendent forth the heaven-aspiring flame.

One general song of praise arise

To Him whose goodness ceaseless flows;
Who dwells enthroned beyond the skies,
And life, and breath, on all bestows.
Great source of intellect, his ear

Benign receives our vows sincere:

Rise, then, my active powers, your task fulfil, And give to him your praise, responsive to my will.

Partaker of that living stream

Of light, that pours an endless blaze,

O let thy strong reflected beam,
My understanding, speak his praise:

My soul, in stedfast love secure,

Praise Him whose word is ever sure:

To Him, sole just, my sense of right incline, Join every prostrate limb, my ardent spirit, join.

Let all of good this bosom fires,

To him, Sole Good, give praises due :
Let all the truth himself inspires,

Unite to sing him, Only True.