Tenth Sunday after Trinity.

HYMN LVIII.

COME, Holy Ghost, eternal God,
Proceeding from above,

Both from the Father and the Son,
The God of peace and love;

Visit our minds, into our hearts
Thy heavenly grace inspire:
That truth and godliness we may
Pursue with full desire.

Thou art the very

Comforter

In grief and all distress;

The heavenly gift of God most high,

Thou in thy gifts art manifold;

By them Christ's church doth stand: In faithful hearts Thou writ'st thy law, The finger of God's hand.

O Holy Ghost, into our mind

Send down thy heavenly light;

Kindle our hearts with fervent zeal

To serve God day and night.

PSALM XX.

GOD in time of trouble hear thee,
And the name of Jacob's Lord
From his sanctuary near thee,
Out of Zion, help afford :·
Crown thy sacrifice with fire,

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All thy gifts remember still,
Grant thee all thy heart's desire
And thy choicest wish fulfil.

We will joy in thy salvation,
And will set our banners high
In our God:-thy supplication
Be accomplish'd at thy cry.
Now I know the Lord from heaven
Saveth still his Christ from harm:
Now to Him will strength be given
By the might of his right arm.

Some in chariots, some in horses,—
We in God Jehovah trust;
And while He our sure Resource is,
They are fallen in the dust!
Save, Jehovah, save and hear us,
King of glory, King of might!
When we call, be ever near us,

Ever for thy servants fight!

Eleventh Sunday after Trinity.

PSALM XCIII.

GOD the Lord a King remaineth,
Rob'd in his own glorious light,

God hath rob'd Him, and He reigneth,
He hath girded Him with might.-
Hallelujah!

God is King in depth and height.

In her everlasting station

Earth is pois'd, to swerve no more; Thou hast laid thy throne's foundation From all time where thought can soar : Hallelujah!

Lord, Thou art for evermore.

Lord, the words thy lips are telling
Are the perfect verity;
Of thine high eternal dwelling

Holiness shall inmate be.
Hallelujah!

Pure is all that lives with Thee.

HYMN LIX.

PRAISE to God, immortal praise,
For the love that crowns our days:
Bounteous Source of every joy,
Let thy praise our tongues employ.

For the blessings of the field,
For the stores the gardens yield:
For the joy which harvests bring,
Grateful praises now we sing.

Clouds that drop refreshing dews,
Suns that genial heat diffuse;
Flocks that whiten all the plain;
Yellow sheaves of ripen'd grain :

All that spring with bounteous hand
Scatters o'er the smiling land:
All that liberal autumn pours
From her overflowing stores.

These, great God, to Thee we owe : Source whence all our blessings flow : And for these our souls shall raise Grateful vows, and solemn praise.

Twelfth Sunday after Trinity.

HYMN LX.

CAPTAIN of Israel's host, and Guide
Of all who seek their home above:
Beneath thy shadow we abide,

The cloud of thy protecting love :
Our strength, thy grace: our rule, thy word:
Our end, the glory of the Lord.

By thine unerring Spirit led,

We shall not in the desert stray :

By thy paternal bounty fed,

We shall not lack in all our way: As far from danger as from fear, While thine Almighty Love is near.

PSALM CXXXVI.

LET us with a gladsome mind
Praise the Lord, for He is kind
For his mercies still endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

Let us blaze his name abroad,
For of gods He is the God;
For his mercies still endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

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