Quinquagesima Sunday.

HYMN XXVII.

JESUS, Thou man of sorrows, born
To suffering here below,

To toil through poverty and scorn,
Through weakness and through woe;

Emmanuel, who, by every grief,
By each temptation tried,
Hast lived to yield our wants relief,
And, to redeem us, died;

If gaily clothed and proudly fed
In careless ease we dwell;
Remind us of thy manger-bed,
And lowly cottage cell.

If, press'd with penury severe,
In envious want we pine,

May conscience whisper in our ear
lot was thine.

A

poorer

From all the viewless snares of sin,
Preserve us firm and free:

As Thou like us hast tempted been,
May we rejoice with Thee.

PSALM XXXIII.-PART II.

Ver. 1. 18, 19, 20, 21, 22.

LET all the just to God with joy
Their cheerful voices raise;
For well the righteous it becomes
To sing glad songs of praise.

"Tis God who those that trust in Him
Beholds with gracious eyes:

He frees their souls from death; their want
In time of dearth supplies.

Our souls on God with patience wait;
Our help and shield is He:

Then, Lord, let still our hearts rejoice,
Because we trust in Thee.

The riches of thy mercy, Lord,

Do Thou to us extend;

Since we, for all we want or wish,
On Thee alone depend.

Ash Wednesday.

HYMN XXVIII.

TURN not, O Lord, thy face from me,

Who tremble at thy feet,

Lamenting sore my sinful life

Before thy mercy-seat.

O call me not to strict account,
Thou who my faults canst tell :
What I have been, and what I am,
O Lord, Thou know'st it well.
The circumstances of my crimes,

Their number, and their kind;

Thou know'st them all, and more, much more,
Than I can call to mind.

Mercy, good Lord, mercy I ask :
This is the total sum :
For mercy, Lord, is all my suit;
Lord, let thy mercy come.

First Sunday in Lent.

HYMN XXIX.

JESUS Our Lord, who tempted wast
In all points like as we;

And didst achieve in that dread fight
Undoubted victory;

Behold thy Spouse, a season laid
Beneath the tempter's power;

Led up into the wilderness

To wait her trying hour.

May she her forces ready make,
And gird her weapons fast;
And with the armour of her God

Stand fearless to the last.

Teach us, when anger'd at our lot
Our faithless souls repine,
Man liveth not by bread alone,
But every word divine.

When we would rush on danger's point,
And dare the lifted sword,

Speak in our ears the warning voice, "Thou shalt not tempt the Lord."

And when deceived by pride or power,
Earth's idols we espouse,

Teach us that Thou art God alone,
And on us are thy vows.

Thus shall we more than conquerors
With Thee pass through the strife;
And angels come and minister
Around the heirs of life.

PSALM CXXIII.-L. M.

Up unto Thee I lift mine eyes,
O Thou, that dwellest in the skies;
As servants wait their lord's command,
As maidens to their mistress' hand.

E'en thus we wait upon the Lord,
Till He his saving grace afford.
Have mercy, mercy, God most high,—
We are contemned exceedingly!

Our soul is filled with the scorn
Of worldly men, and droops forlorn :
Our heart is withered in the blight
Of godless sinners' proud despite.

Second Sunday in Lent.

PSALM LI.-Ver. 1, 2, 3. 11, 12.

HAVE mercy, Lord, on me,
As Thou wert ever kind;

Let me, oppress'd with loads of guilt,
Thy wonted mercy find.

Wash off my foul offence,

And cleanse me from my sin;
For I confess my crime, and see
How great my guilt has been.

Withdraw not Thou thy help,
Nor cast me from thy sight;
Nor let thy Holy Spirit take
Its everlasting flight.

The joy thy favour gives

Let me again obtain ;

And thy free Spirit's firm support
My fainting soul sustain.