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Te læta mundi Conditor.
1 CREATOR of the world, to Thee

Eternal rest belongs,
And heavenly choirs are ever free

To pour their endless songs.
But we, poor fallen creatures, here

Are doomed to toil and pain ;
How then can we in exile drear

Lift up the heavenly strain ?
3 O Father, who dost promise still

To make the captive free,
Grant us to mourn the deeds of ill

That banish us from Thee ;


4 And, mourning, grant us faith to rest

Upon Thy love and care:
Till Thou restore us, with the blest

The joys of heaven to share.

5 O God the Father, God the Son,

And God the Holy Ghost,
To Thee be praise, great Three in One,

From Thy created host. Amen.


THERE is a book, who runs may read,

Which heavenly truth imparts ;
And all the lore its scholars need,

Pure eyes and Christian hearts.

2 The works of God, above, below,

Within us, and around,
Are pages in that book to show

How God Himself is found.

3 The glorious sky, embracing all,

Is like the Maker's love,
Wherewith encompassed, great and small

In peace and order move.
4. The dew of heaven is like Thy grace,

It steals in silence down ;
But where it lights, the favoured place

By richest fruits is known.
5 One Name above all glorious names,

With its ten thousand tongues
The everlasting sea proclaims,

Echoing angelic songs.
6 The raging fire, the roaring wind,

Thy boundless power display;
But in the gentler breeze we find

Thy Spirit's viewless way.

7 Two worlds are ours : 'tis only sin

Forbids us to descry
The mystic heaven and earth within,

Plain as the sea and sky.
8 Thou, who hast given me eyes to see,

And love this sight so fair,
Give me a heart to find out Thee,
And read Thee everywhere. Amen.

7. Keble.




COME, labour on :
Who dares stand idle on the harvest plain?
While all around him waves the golden grain,
And to each servant does the Master say

“Go, work to-day!”

Come, labour on!
Claim the high calling Angels cannot share,—
To young and old the Gospel-gladness bear :
Redeem the time ; its hours too swiftly fly,

The night draws nigh.

Come, labour on !
The labourers are few, the field is wide,
New stations must be filled, and blanks supplied ;
From voices distant far, or near at home

The call is “ Come !"

Come, labour on!
The enemy is watching, night and day,
To sow the tares, to snatch the seed away.
While we in sleep our duty have forgot

He slumbered not.

Come, labour on !
Away with gloomy doubts and faithless fear !
No arm so weak but may do service here;
By feeblest agents can our God fulfil

His righteous will.

Come, labour on !
No time for rest, till glows the western sky,
While the long shadows o’er our pathway lie,
And a glad sound comes with the setting sun,-

"Servants, well done!”





Come, labour on!
The toil is pleasant, the reward is sure,
Blessed are those who to the end endure ;
How full their joy, how deep their rest shall be,

O Lord, with Thee !

Sexagesima Sunday.


Auctor beate sæculi. 1 JESU, Creator of the world !

Of all mankind Redeemer blest !
True God of God ! in Whom we see

The Father's Image clear expressed ! 2 Thee, Saviour, love alone constrained

To make our mortal flesh Thine own;
Thou as a second Adam cam’st,

For the first Adam to atone.
3 That self-same Love, which made the sky,

Which made the sea and stars and earth, Took pity on our misery,

And broke the bondage of our birth. 4 O Jesu ! in Thy breast divine

That self-same Love doth ever glow;
For ever, mercy to markind

Shall from that ceaseless fountain flow. 5 For this Thy pierced and wounded Heart

Poured forth the Water and the Blood,
To cleanse us from the stains of guilt,

And reconcile the world to God.



6 To God the Father, and the Son,

All praise and power and glory be,
With Thee, O Holy Comforter,
Through time and through eternity. Amen.


Ira justa Conditoris.
HE who once in righteous vengeance

Whelmed the world beneath the flood,
Once again in mercy cleansed it

With His own most precious blood,
Coming from His throne on high
On the bitter Cross to die.
O the wisdom of the Eternal,

O the depth of love Divine,
O the sweetness of that mercy

Which in Jesus Christ doth shine !
We were sinners doomed to die,

Jesus paid our penalty.
3 When before the Judge we tremble,

Conscious of His broken laws,
May His blood, in that dread moment,

Cry aloud and plead our cause,
Bid our fears for ever cease,

Be our pardon and our peace !
4 Prince and Author of salvation,

Lord of majesty supreme,
Jesu, praise to Thee be given

By the world Thou didst redeem :
Glory to the Father be,
And the Spirit, one with Thee. Amen.

E. Caswall. (tr.)

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