That, treading in Thy footsteps blest, May we by Thee the Father know, And Thee, the Spirit come from both, To Father, Son, and Holy One, 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, And His hand controls, From every peopled land where the sunshine rolls. Hearts with sorrow turning, And compunctious throes, 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, 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, Here, where night comes from Heav'n's alternate door To muffle up the blooming eye of day, Shine forth, cease not to shine, Shine in our hearts, good Spirit, evermore. Thou of the inner heart art guest and friend, 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, And ever sing in the undefiled place, 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, O uncreated Light all One, 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, |