VENI CREATOR SPIRITUS. (Hymn for Whitsunday.) Music by Garland, of Norwich. Come, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire, Thou the anointing Spirit art, Thy blessed unction from above Anoint and cheer our soiled face Keep far our foes; give peace at home; Teach us to know the Father, Son, That, through the ages all along, Praise to Thy eternal merit, WHITSUNDAY. Spirit of truth! on this Thy day, To guide us through the dreary way We ask not, Lord, the cloven flame, No new prophetic voice we hear, Do Thou thy trembling servants stay, With faith, and hope, and love. O GOD, MY STRENGTH AND FORTITUDE. (Psalm xviii., O. V.) O God, my strength and fortitude, Thou art my castle and defence Dr. Croft. My God, my rock in whom I trust, When I sing laud unto the Lord, The pangs of death did compass me, The Lord descended from above, The darkness of the sky. On Cherub and on Seraphin Full royally He rode; And on the wings of mighty winds PSALM XXIV. (Merrick's Version.) Spencer. Lift, lift your heads, each hallow'd gate, Behold the King of Glory near, And who this King of Glory? say, HUNDREDTH PSALM. (O. V.) All people that on earth do dwell, The Lord, ye know, is God indeed ; O enter then His gates with praise, Approach with joy His courts unto; Praise, laud, and bless His Name always, For it is seemly so to do. For why? the Lord our God is good; His truth at all times firmly stood, And shall from age to age endure. |