2. Help us, each hour, with steadier eye
To search the deepening mystery,
The wonders of Thy sea and sky.

3. The blessed angels look and long

To praise Thee with a worthier song,
And yet our silence does Thee wrong.

4. By all the grace Thy heavens still hide,
We pray Thee, keep us at Thy side,
Creator, Saviour, strengthening Guide.

262. :

I.

Trinity Sunday.

UR God is one! this truth sublime

OUR

Doth every knowledge hold;

Yet spell we little at a time :

Language is manifold.

2. The Might Supreme from Sinai spoke ;
And where the Presence burned,
And thunders from the mountain broke,
Israel her Monarch learned.

3. Yet dearer word Jehovah kept
For a more blessed hour;
In sweeter syllables it slept
Within the name of Power.

4. God swept in unclothed glory by,
And did His servant hide :
The Christ of Nazareth tenderly
Stands at our very side.

5. "So long time with you have I been,"
Says Jesus to our quest;

Yet have ye known Me not, nor seen
The Father manifest.

J. Keble.

C.M.

6. "Now to my greater Self I go:
From earth I must ascend,
That deeper, nearer, ye may know
The God who doth Me send !"

7.

8.

263.

"God must be with you, and within :
Your souls that I have loved,
Of judgment, righteousness, and sin
Inly must be reproved."

Our God His glory uttereth

As shines in heaven His sun:

He is, He comes,-He quickeneth:

The Life Divine is One. A. D. T. Whitney.

Praise and Thanksgiving.

His Mercies aye endure.

I. LET us, with a gladsome mind,

Praise the Lord, for He is kind :

For His mercies aye endure,

Ever faithful, ever sure.

2. He, with all-commanding might,

Filled the new-made world with light:
For His mercies aye endure,

Ever faithful, ever sure.

3. All things living He doth feed;

His full hand supplies their need:
For His mercies aye endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

4. He hath, with a pitying eye,
Looked upon our misery :
For His mercies aye endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

75.

5. Let us, with a gladsome mind,
Praise the Lord, for He is kind:
For His mercies aye endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

John Milton.

264.

1.

All Thy works praise Thee.

HARK, my soul, how everything

Strives to serve our bounteous King :

Each a double tribute pays,

Sings its part, and then obeys.

2. Nature's chief and sweetest quire
Him with cheerful notes admire ;
Chanting every day their lauds,
While the grove their song applauds.
3. Though their voices lower be,
Streams have, too, their melody;
Night and day they warbling run,
Never pause, but still sing on.

4. All the flowers that gild the spring
Hither their still music bring;

If Heaven bless them, thankful they
Smell more sweet, and look more gay.

5. Only we can scarce afford

This short office to our Lord;
We, on whom His bounty flows,
All things gives, and nothing owes.

6. Wake, for shame, my sluggish heart,
Wake, and gladly sing thy part ;

Learn of birds, and springs, and flowers,
How to use thy nobler powers.

7S.

J. Austin.

265.

I.

The Service of Praise.

FILL Thou my life, O Lord my God,

In every part with praise,

That my whole being may proclaim

Thy being and Thy ways.
Not for the lip of praise alone,

Nor e'en the praising heart,
I ask, but for a life made up
Of praise in every part.

2. Praise in the common things of life,
Its goings out and in,

Praise in each duty and each deed,
However small and mean.

Praise in the common words I speak,
Life's common looks and tones,
In intercourse at hearth or board,
With my beloved ones.

3. Upon the bed of weariness,

With fevered eye and brain;
Or standing by another's couch
Watching the pulse of pain.
Enduring wrong, reproach, or loss,
With sweet and steadfast will;
Loving and blessing those who hate,
Returning good for ill.

4. So shall each fear, each fret, each care,
Be turned into song;

And every winding of the way
The echo shall prolong.

So shall no part of day or night
From sacredness be free,

But all my life, in every step,

Be fellowship with Thee.

C.M.D.

Horatius Bonar.

266.

I.

267.

THOU who sendest sun and rain,
Thou who sendest bliss and pain,
Good with bounteous hand bestowing,
Evil for Thy will allowing,

Though Thy ways we cannot see,
All is just that comes from Thee!

2. In the peace of hearts at rest,

In the child at mother's breast,
In the lives that now surround us,
In the deaths that sorely wound us,
Though we may not understand,
Father, we behold Thy hand!

3. Hear the happy hymn we raise ;
Take the love which is Thy praise;
Give content in each condition,
Bend our hearts in sweet submission;
And Thy trusting children prove
Worthy of their Father's love.

I.

Mercy and Judgment.

Bayard Taylor.

6s.

LORD, for the erring thought
Not into evil wrought;

Lord, for the wicked will

Betrayed and baffled still;
For the heart from itself kept,
Our thanksgiving accept.

2. For ignorant hopes that were
Broken to our blind prayer;
For pain, death, sorrow, sent
Unto our chastisement;
For all loss of seeming good,
Quicken our gratitude.

W. D. Howells.