3 Though their voices lower be, This short office to our Lord; 7 Call whole nature to thy aid; Since 'twas he whole nature made; Who to one God all belong. 8. Live for ever, glorious Lord! 297 Amen. J. Addison, 1672-1719. And spangled heavens, a shining frame, The unwearied sun from day to day And publishes to every land 2 Soon as the evening shades prevail Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And spread the truth from pole to pole. 298 THO Thomas Moore, 1779-1852. HOU art, O God, the life and light Are but reflections caught from thee: 299 Bishop R. Heber, 1783-1826. HEN spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil; WE When summer's balmy showers refresh the mower's toil; When winter binds in frosty chains the fallow and the flood; In God the earth rejoiceth still, and owns his Maker good. 2 The birds that wake the morning, and those that love the shade; The winds that sweep the mountain, or lull the drowsy glade; The sun that from his amber bower rejoiceth on his way, The moon and stars-their Master's name in silent pomp display. 3 Shall man, the lord of nature, expectant of the sky, Shall man alone, unthankful, his little praise deny? No; let the year forsake his course, the seasons cease to be, Thee, Master, must we always love, and, Saviour, honour thee. 4. The flowers of spring may wither, the hope of summer fade, The autumn droop in winter, the birds forsake the shade; The winds be lulled, the sun and moon forget their old decree; But we, in nature's latest hour, O Lord, will cling to thee! PART IV. SACRAMENTS AND OTHER RITES. HOLY COMMUNION. 300 A J. Montgomery, 1771-1854. CCORDING to thy gracious word, This will I do, my dying Lord, I will remember thee. 2 Thy Body, broken for my sake, 3 Gethsemane can I forget? Or there thy conflict see, 4 When to the Cross I turn mine eyes O Lamb of God, my Sacrifice, I must remember thee: 5 Remember thee, and all thy pains, Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains, 6. And when these failing lips grow dumb, When thou shalt in thy kingdom come, 301 W. Chatterton Dix, 1837-98. LLELUYA, sing to Jesus, His the sceptre, his the throne; Alleluya, his the triumph, His the victory alone: Hath redeemed us by his Blood. 2* Alleluya, not as orphans Are we left in sorrow now; Alleluya, he is near us, Faith believes, nor questions how; 3 Alleluya, Bread of Angels, Thou on earth our Food, our Stay; Flee to thee from day to day; 4. Alleluya, King eternal, Thee the Lord of lords we own; Alleluya, born of Mary, Earth thy footstool, Heaven thy throne: Thou within the veil hast entered, Robed in flesh, our great High Priest; |