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First Sunday after Trinity.

PSALM XXIII.

My shepherd is the living Lord,
Nothing therefore I need:

In pastures fair, near pleasant streams
He setteth me to feed.

He shall convert and glad my soul,
And bring my mind in frame,
To walk in paths of righteousness,
For his most holy name.

Yea, though I walk in vale of death,

Yet will I fear no ill;

Thy rod and staff do comfort me,
And Thou art with me still.

Through all my life thy favour is
So frankly shown to me,
That in thy house for evermore
My dwelling place shall be.

HYMN XLIX.

FOUNTAIN of good! to own thy love, Our thankful hearts incline :

What can we render, Lord, to Thee, When all the worlds are thine?

But Thou hast needy brethren here,

Partakers of thy grace;

Whose humble names Thou wilt confess, Before thy Father's face.

In them Thou may'st be cloth'd and fed,
And visited and cheer'd ;

And in their accents of distress,
Thy pleading voice is heard.

Thy face, with rev'rence and with love,
We in thy poor would see :
For while we minister to them,
We do it, Lord, to Thee.

Second Sunday after Trinity.

HYMN L.

FORTH from the dark and stormy sky,
Lord, to thine altar's shade we fly:
Forth from the world, its hope and fear,
Saviour, we seek thy shelter here:
Weary and weak, thy grace we pray :
Turn not, O Lord, thy guests away!

Long have we roam'd in want and pain,
Long have we sought thy rest in vain :

Wilder'd in doubt, in darkness lost,
Long have our souls been tempest-tost:
Low at thy feet our sins we lay;
Turn not, O Lord, thy guests away!

PSALM IV.-Ver. 1. 6, 7, 8.

O LORD, Thou art my righteous Judge,
To my complaint give ear;
Thou still redeem'st me from distress,
Have mercy, Lord, and hear.

While worldly minds impatient grow
More prosp'rous times to see,

Still let the glories of thy face
Shine brightly, Lord, on me.

So shall my heart o'erflow with joy,
More lasting and more true,

Than their's who stores of corn and wine

Successively renew.

Then down in peace I'll lay my head,

And take my needful rest;

No other guard, O Lord, I crave,

Of thy defence possest.

Third Sunday after Trinity.

HYMN LI.

HARK, through the courts of heaven Voices of angels sound;

"He that was dead now lives again; He that was lost is found."

God of unfailing grace,

Send down thy Spirit now;
Raise the dejected soul to hope,
And make the lofty bow.

In countries far from home,
On earthly husks we feed;
Back to our Father's house, O Lord,
Our wandering footsteps lead.

Then at each soul's return

The heavenly harp shall sound, "He that was dead now lives again; He that was lost is found."

PSALM LXVII.

GOD of mercy, God of grace,
Show the brightness of thy face:
Shine upon us, Saviour, shine;
Fill thy church with light divine;
And thy saving health extend
Unto earth's remotest end.

Let the people praise Thee, Lord!
Be by all that live ador'd.
Let the nations shout, and sing
Glory to their Saviour King;
At thy feet their tribute pay,
And thy holy will obey.

Let the people praise Thee, Lord!
Earth shall then her fruits afford;
God to man his blessing give;
Man to God devoted live;

All below, and all above,

One in joy, and light, and love,

Fourth Sunday after Trinity.

HYMN LII.

O GOD for ever near!

We humbly will rejoice,

For well we know that Thou art here,

And listening to our voice.

Up to thy mercy seat

'Tis good for us to go:

For there Thou dost thy people meet.

Rich blessings to bestow.

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