FOR ST JAMES' DAY. THOUGH Sorrow's rise and dangers roll Though conscience, fiercest of my foes, Though Sinai's curse, in thunder dread, O, by the pangs thyself hast borne, By these my pangs, whose healing smart I know, I feel, thy bounteous will, Thou lov'st me, Lord, thou lov'st me still. MICHAELMAS DAY. O, captain of God's host, whose dreadful might Led forth to war the armed Seraphim, And from the starry height, Subdued in burning fight, Cast down that ancient dragon, dark and grim. Thine angels, Christ, we laud in solemn lays, Our elder brethren of the crystal sky, Who, 'mid thy glory's blaze, The ceaseless anthem raise, And gird thy throne in faithful ministry. We celebrate their love, whose viewless wing Hath left for us so oft their mansion high, The mercies of their king, To mortal saints to bring, Or guard the couch of slumbering infancy. But thee, the first and last, we glorify, Who, when thy world was sunk in death and sin, Not with thine hierarchy, The armies of the sky, But didst with thine own arm the battle win; Alone didst pass the dark and dismal shore, Alone didst tread the wine-press, and alone, All glorious in thy gore, Didst light and life restore, To us who lay in darkness and undone; Therefore, with angels and archangels, we To thy dear love our thankful chorus raise, And tune our songs to thee Who art, and ought to be, And, endless as thy mercies, sound thy praise. 7* IN TIMES OF DISTRESS AND DANGER. O God, that madest earth and sky, the darkness and the day, Give ear to this thy family, and help us when we pray. For wide the waves of bitterness around our ves sel roar, And heavy grows the pilot's heart to view the rocky shore. The cross our master bore for us, for him we fain would bear, But mortal strength to weakness turns, and courage to despair. Then mercy on our failings, Lord, our sinking faith renew, And when thy sorrows visit us, O send thy patience too. INTENDED TO BE SUNG ON OCCA SION OF HIS PREACHING A SER MON FOR THE CHURCH MIS- FROM Greenland's icy mountains, Their land from error's chain. What though the spicy breezes In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown, |