And are these things ours, dear Master? Is it but

a little while,

Ere the day shall break for ever in the sunlight of Thy smile?

Only may we love Thee truly, not for harp, or feast, or throne,

Love Thee for Thou first hast loved us, love Thee for Thyself alone.

THE SEVENTH SUNDAY AFTER

TRINITY.

Lessons I Chron. xxi., xxii., xxviii. 1-21. Epistle Rom. vi. 19. Gospel: St. Mark viii, 1—10,

THE COLLECT.

LORD of all power and might, who art the Author and Giver of all good things; Graft in our hearts the love of Thy Name, increase in us true religion, nourish us with all goodness, and of Thy great mercy keep us in the same; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

"And David said, This is the house of the Lord God." -I Chron. xxii. 1.

"How amiable are Thy tabernacles, O Lord of hosts." -Ps. lxxxiv. I.

How lovely, how beloved is Thine abode,

Lord of the hosts of heaven, Thou King of saints! My heart cries out for Thee the living God,

And for Thy courts my spirit longs and faints.

Beneath Thine altars on the far hill-side

The sparrow and the swallow build their nest : My Father, bid me come to Thee and hide A child's deep yearnings in a Parent's breast.

Blessed are they who in Thy temple dwell

And utter forth Thy praises day and night; There drinking from Thy love's exhaustless well Pure crystal draughts of comfort and delight.

Enough let earth its richest feast prepare,

Thy presence and Thy smile are more than all, And more one day within Thy house of prayer Than years of mirth in pleasure's festive hall.

In dark and danger sun and shield art Thou, And grace and glory spring from Thee alone, The Refuge of Thy pilgrim people now,

Their Home for ever gather'd round Thy throne.

THE EIGHTH SUNDAY AFTER

TRINITY.

Lessons: 1 Chron. xxix. 9-29; 2 Chron. i.; 1 Kings iii. Epistle: Rom. viii. 12—18. Gospel: St. Matt. vii. 15—22.

THE COLLECT.

O GOD, whose never-failing providence ordereth all things both in heaven and earth; We humbly beseech Thee to put away from us all hurtful things, and to give us those things which be profitable for us; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

"All things come of Thee, and of Thine own have we given Thee." '-1 Chron. xxix. 14.

HYMN FOR A FLOWER SERVICE.

Thine, Lord, are the blossoms of forest and field,
And the loveliest gems which the gardens yield,
The heath of the uplands, the ferns of the glen,
And the flowers that gladden the dwellings of men.
Thy wisdom and love hid the seed in the earth,
And watch'd o'er its growth from its secret birth,
Once mantled with snows from the wintry blast,
Till the call of the springtide was heard at last.
Thine, Lord, were the dews and the showers of
heaven,

So eagerly long'd for, so lovingly given ;

The breath of the morning, the sunshine of noon,
The sweetness of May, and the glory of June.

Thou dwellest in beauty no tongue can express,
The beauty and glory of Holiness;

But the flowers are glimpses of Thee and Thine,
And in them bright gleams of Thy goodness shine.

We meet in Thy temple to worship and pray;
But we think of Thy suffering children to-day

Grant, Lord, that these gifts of Thy bounty may shed

The glow of Thy smiles on their weary bed.

We offer Thee, Lord, in these fruits and flowers
No fabric of man's, no fashion of ours;
But Thy need in Thy needy ones here we see,
And now of Thine own have we given Thee.