EVENSONG.

I.

The hymn, The Father God we glorify, will serve for the first hymn for Erensong.

II.

TE DEUM PATREM.

FATHER of all, to Thee we raise
The tribute of our grateful praise,
Who for our twofold life hast giv'n

Bread from the earth, and Bread from Heav'n.

Thou too, O Jesu, be adored,

The Only Son, th' Almighty Lord,

Who, to save sinners from their doom,
Didst not abhor the Virgin's womb.
Thou, on the Cross a victim made,
The ransom of the world hast paid;
Through Thee alone on guilty men
The hope of life has dawned again.
And Thou, by Whose Almighty aid,
The spotless, pure and holy Maid
Brought forth Incarnate Deity;
Eternal Spirit, praise to Thee.

Three Persons, but One God, whose grace
Both forms and saves our human race,
With joyful hearts and lips, to Thee
We hymn this mighty mystery.

To God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit, Three in One,
Laud, honour, glory, Majesty,
Now and henceforth for ever be.

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The First Sunday after Trinity.

I.

TE PRINCIPEM.

THOU first and chief dost, Lord, demand
Our love to Thee above;

And next to Thee, Thou dost command
That we our neigbours love:

Look down on Thine own Church below,
Which in Thy love would live and grow.
Though many members, we are one,
One body, heart and soul,
And faith and truth together run,
And fill the mighty whole;

But envy sets us thence afar,

And strife that wakes internal war.

Blest Triune God, Thy gracious care
Such bonds must form and keep,
That we our brethren's joys may share,
And weep with them that weep:
Then may Thy praises never cease,
Great Builder of Thy house of peace.

II.

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.

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In their sad accents of distress
Thy pleading voice is heard,

In them Thou mayst be clothed and fed
And visited and cheer'd.

Thy face, with reverence and with love,
We in Thy poor would see,
For while we minister to them
We do it, Lord, to Thee.
To Father, Son and Holy Ghost,
The God Whom we adore,
Be glory as it was, is now,
And shall be evermore.

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The Second Sunday after Trinity.

I.

O SAVIOUR, awful was the word,

In Patmcs' island lone,

By him in holy vision heard,

Thy own beloved John.

Behold, I come, I come with speed,
With Me is My reward;

And then of every man the meed
Shall with his work accord.

Come then, from every faithful breast
The Holy Spirit cries;

And Come, in spotless raiment drest
The Church, Thy Bride, replies.
O blest are they whose bosoms share
The Spirit's gifts serene;

Blest, who the bridal garment wear,
That vesture white and clean.

Blest who in Thy Communion erst

Have loved, O Christ! to dwell,
Have freely drunk and slaked their thirst
At Thy enlivening well.

And when, at length, Thy warnings show
At hand the hour of doom,

Can meekly answer, Even so,

Yea, come, Lord Jesus, come.

To Thee, Whose Bride the Church doth call, Be praise eternally,

With God the Father, Lord of all,

And, Holy Ghost, with Thee.

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II.

YE servants of the Lord, Each in his office wait, Observant of His heavenly word, And watchful at His gate.

Let all your lamps be bright,
Steady the wavering flame,
Gird up your loins as in His sight,
For awful is His Name.

Watch! 'tis your Lord's command,
And while we speak He's near;
Mark the first signal of His hand,
And ready all appear.

O happy servant he

In such attention found,

He shall His Lord with rapture see,
And be with honour crowned.

Christ shall the banquet spread
With His own royal hand,

And raise that faithful servant's head,
Among His Angel band.

To God the Father, Son,
And Spirit glory be,

As was, and is, and shall be so

To all eternity.

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The Third Sunday after Trinity.

I.

O LORD, Thy presence is reveal'd
By mountain and by flood,
By woodland and by quiet field,

And homes where dwell the good.

But at the sinner's thoughtless board,
Who hopes for trace of Thine?
Yet there in mercy, Gracious Lord,
Thou settest still Thy sign.

Thy holy Presence shines there yet;
Since by Thy Blessed Son,
While sinners round at meat were set,
His Father's work was done.

'Tis bliss for those whose path must be
Through busy scenes, to feel

How with the evil mingled He
In meekness, love and zeal.