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Psalm V.
LORD, in the morning Thou shalt hear

My voice ascending high ;
To Thee will I direct my prayer,

To Thee lift up mine eye.
Oft to Thy house will I resort,

To taste Thy mercies there ;
I will frequent Thine holy court,

And worship in Thy fear.
3 O may Thy Spirit guide my feet

In ways of righteousness;
Make every path of duty straight
And plain before my face. Amen.

1. Watts. * Morning or Evening.

My God, how endless is Thy love !

Thy gifts are every evening new;
And morning mercies from above

Gently distil like early dew.
Thou spreadst the curtains of the night,

Great Guardian of my sleeping hours !
Thy sovereign word restores the light,

And quickens all my drowsy powers ! 3 I yield my powers to Thy command;

To Thee I consecrate my days ;
Perpetual blessings from Thy hand
Demand perpetual songs of praise !

1. Watts.






[Advent. THE day is past and gone ;

Great God, we bow to Thee;
Again, as shades of night come on,

Unto Thy side we flee.
Oh, when shall that day come,

Ne'er sinking in the west,
That country, and that holy home,

Where none shall break our rest?
Where all things shall be peace

And joyaunce without end,
And golden harps that never cease,

With echoing lips shall blend ?
So we, preserved beneath

The sheltering of Thy wing,
For evermore Thy praise shall breathe,

And love Thee, Lord, and sing.
To God the Sire be praise,

And to the Eternal Son,
And to the Holy Ghost always;

Co-equal Three in One. Amen.






[Christmas. O BRIGHTNESS of the Immortal Father's

Most Holy, Heavenly, Bless’d,
Lord Jesus Christ, in whom His truth and grace

Are visibly express’d.

2 The sun is sinking now, and one by one

The lights of evening shine:
We hymn the Eternal Father, and the Son,

And Holy Ghost Divine.

3 Worthy art Thou at all times to receive

Our hallowed praises, Lord :
O Son of God, be Thou, in whom we live,
Through all the world adored. Amen.

Athenogenes. E. W. Eddis. (tr.)


[Epiphany. THE day, O Lord, is spent ;

Abide with us, and rest ;
Our hearts' desires are fully bent

On making Thee our guest.



We have not reached that land,

That happy land, as yet,
Where holy angels round Thee stand,

Whose sun can never set.


Our sun is sinking now;

Our day is almost o'er :
O Sun of Righteousness, do Thou
Shine on us evermore! Amen.

7. M. Neale.


[Septuagesima s Lent. Oh Splendor æterni Patris. i Thou Brightness of Thy Father's face,

Thou Sun of heavenly day,
Thou Christ, whose gracious beams remove

The soul's dark shades away!
2 The sun is sunk; the shadowy night

Is reigning in his room ;
Continue, Lord, Thy saving help,

And keep us through the gloom
3 What though our eyes be sunk in sleep,

To Thee our hearts ascend:
Do Thou, with Thine Almighty hand

Thy loving saints defend.
4 Oh Thou Who art our only hope,

Thy help we humbly crave,
Defend Thy blood-bought people, Lord,

Whom Jesus died to save.
5 To God the Father, God the Son,

And God the Holy Ghost,
All glory be from saints on earth,
And from the angel-host. Amen.

7. Chandler. (tr.)



[Passion-tide. THE sun is sinking fast,

The daylight dies ;
Let love awake, and pay

Her evening sacrifice.


As Christ upon the Cross

His head inclined,
And to His Father's hands

His parting soul resigned;

3 So now herself my soul

Would wholly give
Into His sacred charge,

In Whom all spirits live ;

4 So now beneath His eye

Would calmly rest,
Without a wish or thought

Abiding in the breast;

5 Save that His Will be done,

Whate'er betide ;
Dead to herself, and dead

In Him to all beside.

6 Thus would I live ; yet now

Not I, but He
In all His power and love

Henceforth alive in me :


One sacred Trinity !

One Lord Divine !
Myself for ever His,

And He for ever mine. Amen.

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