Whit Sunday. HYMN XLV. COME, Holy Ghost, Creator come, Till every heart which Thou hast made Is filled with grace divine. Thou art the Comforter, the gift Enlighten our dark souls, till they 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— Lo, we are waiting for Thee, Lord, Come and convince us all of sin, Of judgment, Lord, convince us too: 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 ; G For not their courage, nor their sword, Nor strength, that from unequal force But thy right hand and pow'rful arm, To Thee the triumph we ascribe, 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 And by deliv'rance He will raise The meek to glory great. Trinity Sunday. HYMN XLVII. HOLY, Holy, Holy, Lord God Almighty! Thee, Holy, Holy, Holy! Merciful and Mighty! 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! Holy, Holy, Holy! Merciful and Mighty! HYMN XLVIII. FATHER of heav'n, whose love profound Almighty Son, incarnate Word; Eternal Spirit, by whose breath The soul is raised from sin and death, Jehovah, Father, Spirit, Son, |