THE TWELFTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. Lessons: 1 Kings xxii. 1—41; 2 Kings ii. 1—16, iv. 8—38. Epistle 2 Cor. iii. 4-10. Gospel: St. Mark vii. 31. THE COLLECT, ALMIGHTY and everlasting God, who art always more ready to hear than we to pray, and art wont to give more than either we desire or deserve; Pour down upon us the abundance of Thy mercy; forgiving us those things whereof our conscience is afraid, and giving us those good things which we are not worthy to ask, but through the merits and mediation of Jesus Christ Thy Son our Lord. Amen. "And he took the mantle of Elijah that fell from him, and smote the waters, and said, Where is the Lord God of Elijah? And when he also had smitten the waters, they parted hither and thither; and Elisha went over."2 Kings ii. 14. Where is our fathers' God, Still nearer and more near Still widow'd Zion mourns, And Babylon insensate scorns Still o'er the heathen world What is that cry that peals Why tarry yet Thy chariot-wheels, O God, our ears have heard Our fathers in Thy might Why should we longer stand Where is our fathers' God? Dark be the storm o'er field and flood, THE THIRTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. Lessons 2 Kings v., vi. I-24, vii. Epistle: Gal. iii. 16-23. Gospel : St. Luke x. 23—38. THE COLLECT. ALMIGHTY and merciful God, of whose only gift it cometh that Thy faithful people do unto Thee true and laudable service; Grant, we beseech Thee, that we may so faithfully serve Thee in this life, that we fail not finally to attain Thy heavenly promises through the merits of Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen. "Then went he down, and dipped himself seven times in Jordan, according to the saying of the man of God: and his flesh came again like unto the flesh of a little child, and he was clean."-2 Kings v. 14. One sate beside the fretting sea Which chafed the rock beneath his feet; A weary world-worn wanderer he, Who sought the calm of this retreat : And now, from God and man estranged, Far off in sooth a golden light Yet linger'd o'er his childhood's years, Whereon he gazed with aching sight, Half dreaming, through the mist of tears : A father's voice, its echoes still His broken heart-strings seem'd to thrill; A mother's searching tenderness, A sister's proud and fond caress. The vision faded. Soon, too soon "There is no God nor heaven nor hell.” But pleasure's sparkling cup was drain'd; Of self-contempt and sou!-remorse. The wreck of that which once had been, But thither, as it chanced, a child, The old man heard the low-breathed moan Beside him took his hand and said, 66 My brother, there is One, whose breast Yearns o'er thee. Come to Him and rest; And thy torn heart, once more shall be Like this sweet prattler's on my knee.” Enough it needs not here to tell The charm that word in season wrought : God's hand is used to miracle; God's love unbounded by our thought. Wash'd from that heart each crimson stain : |