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That, treading in Thy footsteps blest,
We may find rest.

May we by Thee the Father know,
And Son below,

And Thee, the Spirit come from both,
Trust, nothing loth!

To Father, Son, and Holy One,
Praise aye be done,

From whose sweet effluence Divine

We too may shine.

AT THE SECOND VESPERS.

According to His mercy He saved us, by the washing of regeneration, and renewing of the Holy Ghost: which he shed on us abundantly through Jesus Christ our Saviour, that, being justified by His grace, we should be made heirs according to the hope of eternal life.-TITUS iii.

"Quo vos Magistri gloria, quo salus."

WHERE thy Master's glory

Calls thee forth abroad,

And Heav'n's light before thee

Opens all the road,

Go, little band, to bear high behests of God.

See the harvest springing,

Thrice a thousand souls,
Which our God is bringing,

And His hand controls,

From every peopled land where the sunshine rolls.

Hearts with sorrow turning,

And compunctious throes,
With dread hope are burning-

Sion's fountain flows,

To wash their guilty stains, and they find repose.

Nor shall Canaan's border

The great flood confine,

Where Heav'n's golden warder

Shoots his glowing line,

Far mightier than his fires pass the rays

To their fall declining

Thousand temples nod,

divine.

Where through clouds is shining

The true light of God,

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Lo, a new creation,

Rising into view,

And in order'd station,

Drinking heavenly dew:

Good Spirit, with Thy love make Thou me anew.

Praise to Holy Spirit,

To Father and to Son,

By whom we inherit

The Eternal One,

With hearts woke from the dead by the living Sun.

AT THE COMPLINE.

If the ministration of death, written and engraven in stones, was glorious, so that the children of Israel could not stedfastly behold the face of Moses for the glory of his countenance, which glory was to be done away: how shall not the ministration of the Spirit be rather glorious.-2 COR. iii.

"Adsis superne Spiritus."

HAIL Father of the poor, and Friend benign, Immortal Spirit Divine,

From out Thine own prolific bosom pour

Thy promised blessings on the barren earth,
Which gladdeneth at Thy birth.

Here, where night comes from Heav'n's alternate

door

To muffle up the blooming eye of day,
With uncreated ray

Shine forth, cease not to shine,

Shine in our hearts, good Spirit, evermore.

Thou of the inner heart art guest and friend,
Thou of all labours art the sweet repose;
Thou op'st the fount of woes,

The

cup of sorrow at Thy bidding flows; But Thou dost Thy pure joys divinely blend, And as the blended streams flow forth apace, Dost o'er them pitying bend.

Thou art the fount of grace:

Grant us with holy hardness to contend,
To conquer and to win th' immortal end,
Which is to see Thy face,

And ever sing in the undefiled place,
The Father, Son, and Thee, the Spirit benign,
Bath'd in whose fires divine,

E'en our dull hearts may catch the light and shine.

ON TRINITY SUNDAY.

AT THE FIRST VESPERS.

O the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and knowledge of God! how unsearchable are His judgments, and His ways past finding out !-ROM. xi.

"Ter sancte, ter potens Deus."

THRICE holy, thrice Almighty Three,
Incomprehended Trinity.

O uncreated Light all One,
O never ending, ne'er begun,
Thrice beatific Union!

O ever very Unity,

O ever triune Verity,

O all-upholding Charity!

Where the thickest clouds surround

The unapproached ray is found,

Angels, bending to the ground,
Trembling glow, nor dare to know
Th' ineffable and dread profound.
Born of Thee, we Thee confess,
All-perfect in Thy blessedness:

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