Seven times, Oh Lord! 1 pardon'd them, seven times they sinn'd again : They practise still to work me wo, they triumph in my pain; But let them dread my vengeance now, to just re 66 sentment driven ! Forgive!" the voice of thunder spake, never be forgiven !" TWENTY-THIRD SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. FROM foes that would the land devour ; From yoke of slavery; From blinded zeal by faction led; Defend, oh God! with guardian hand, And grant our church thy grace to stand In faith and unity! The Spirit's help of thee we crave, That thou whose blood was shed to save, May'st, at thy second coming, have A flock to welcome thee! TWENTY-FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. То conquer and to save, the Son of God Who wont to ride on cherub wings abroad, The grave unbolted half his grisly door, (For darkness and the deep had heard his fame, FOR ST. JAMES' DAY. THOUGH Sorrows rise and dangers roll Though conscience, fiercest of my foes, I love thee, Lord! I love thee still! Though Sinai's curse, in thunder dread, Peals o'er mine unprotected head, Το And memory points, with busy pain, Oh, by the pangs thyself hast borne, By these my pangs, whose healing smart I know, I feel, thy bounteous will! Thou lovest me, Lord! thou lovest me still! |