Whit Sunday.

HYMN XLV.

COME, Holy Ghost, Creator come,
Inspire the souls of thine:

Till every

heart which Thou hast made

Is filled with grace divine.

Thou art the Comforter, the gift
Of God, and fire of love:
The everlasting Spring of Joy,
And unction from above.

Enlighten our dark souls, till they
Thy sacred love embrace:
Assist our minds, by nature frail,
With thy celestial grace.

Drive far from us the mortal foe,

And give us peace

within :

That by thy guidance bless'd, we may Escape the snares of sin.

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,

The God whom we adore,

Be glory as it was, is now,

And shall be evermore.

HYMN XLVI.

SAVIOUR, thy Father's promise send—
Spirit of holiness, descend:

Lo, we are waiting for Thee, Lord,
All in one place with one accord.

Come and convince us all of sin,
Lighting thy lamp our hearts within;
Thy temples, but alas! how slow
Thy presence and thy voice to know.
Convince us all of righteousness :—
By that great work thy people bless,
Which our High Priest hath wrought alone,
And carried to his Father's throne.

Of judgment, Lord, convince us too:
Teach us in Christ all things to view:
O make us pure, with lighten'd eyes,
Harmless as doves, as serpents wise.

Monday in Whitsun Week.

PSALM XLIV.

O LORD, our fathers oft have told

In our attentive ears,

Thy wonders in their days perform'd,

And elder times than theirs ;

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For not their courage, nor their sword,
To them possession gave ;

Nor strength, that from unequal force
Their fainting troops
could save;

But thy right hand and pow'rful arm,
Whose succour they implor'd;
Thy presence with the chosen race,
Who thy great name ador'd.

To Thee the triumph we ascribe,
From whom the conquest came;
In God we will rejoice alway,
And ever bless his name.

Tuesday in Whitsun Week.

SING

PSALM CXLIX.

ye unto the Lord our God

A new rejoicing song,

And let the praise of Him be heard

His holy saints among,

Let them sound praise with voice of lute

Unto his holy name,

And with the timbrel and the harp

Sing praises to the same.

For why? the Lord his pleasure all
Hath in his people set;

And by deliv'rance He will raise

The meek to glory great.

Trinity Sunday.

HYMN XLVII.

HOLY, Holy, Holy, Lord God Almighty!
Early in the morning our song shall rise to

Thee,

Holy, Holy, Holy! Merciful and Mighty!
God in Three Persons, blessed Trinity!

Holy, Holy, Holy! All the saints adore Thee, Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea:

Cherubim and Seraphim falling down before Thee, Which wast, and art, and evermore shalt be!

Holy, Holy, Holy! Though the darkness hide Thee,

Though the eye of sinful man thy glory may

not see,

Only Thou art Holy, there is none beside Thee, Perfect in power, in love, and purity!

Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord God Almighty!
All thy works shall praise thy name, in earth,
and sky, and sea ;

Holy, Holy, Holy! Merciful and Mighty!
God in Three Persons, blessed Trinity!

HYMN XLVIII.

FATHER of heav'n, whose love profound
A ransom for our souls hath found,
Before thy throne we sinners bend;
To us thy pard'ning love extend.

Almighty Son, incarnate Word;
Our Prophet, Priest, Redeemer, Lord;
Before thy throne we sinners bend :
To us thy saving grace extend.

Eternal Spirit, by whose breath

The soul is raised from sin and death,
Before thy throne we sinners bend;
To us thy quickening power extend.

Jehovah, Father, Spirit, Son,
Mysterious Godhead, Three in One,
Before thy throne we sinners bend;
Grace, pardon, life, to us extend.