See the Sun with glorious ray,
Pierce the clouds at opening day :
Moon and stars in splendour bright,
Praise their God through silent night.

See the billows rolling o'er,
Chafing with incessant roar :
Hear them as they sink or swell,
Loud their Maker's praises tell.

Through the world, great God, I trace
Wonders of thy power and grace:
Write more deeply on my heart

What I am, and what Thou art.

Twenty-fifth Sunday after Trinity.

HYMN LXXVI.

BRETHREN, let us join to bless
Christ, the Lord our righteousness :
Let our praise to Him be given,
High at God's right hand in heaven.

Son of God, to Thee we bow:
Thou art Lord and only Thou:
Thou the blessed Virgin's seed,
Glory of thy Church, and Héad.

Thee the angels ceaseless sing:

Thee we praise, our Priest and King :
Worthy is thy Name of praise,
Full of glory, full of grace.

Thou hast the glad tidings brought
Of salvation by Thee wrought:
Wrought to set thy people free;
Wrought to bring our souls to Thee.

May we follow and adore

Thee our Saviour more and more:
Guide and bless us with thy love,
Till we join thy saints above.

N.B.-This Hymn is to be used together with the Collect, Epistle, and Gospel, on the Sunday next preceding Advent.

HYMN LXXVII.

CHRIST to my heart true joy can give,
Christ who was born that I might live;
He saves me from the pains of hell,
He deigns e'en here with me to dwell;
And when from earth I wing my flight,
Will take me to Himself in light.

Jesus! thy name alone hath power
To cheer me in affliction's hour;
If Thou dost in my soul abide,
I ask for nought on earth beside;
Thou art my fortress, tower, and rock,
My strong defence in every shock.

When soul and body both shall fail,
No terrors shall my mind assail;
For Thou shalt be my hope and stay,
My Saviour, in that solemn day:
Through Thee I'm victor in the strife,
And find in death the gate of life.

Saint Andrew's Day.

PSALM CXXXIII.

How vast must their advantage be,
How great their pleasure prove;
Who live like brethren, and consent
In offices of love!

True love is like that precious oil,
Which, pour'd on Aaron's head,

Ran down his beard, and o'er his robes
Its costly moisture shed.

'Tis like refreshing dew, which does On Hermon's top distil;

Or like the early drops that fall
On Sion's fruitful hill.

For Sion is the chosen seat,
Where the Almighty King
The promis'd blessing has ordain'd,
And life's eternal spring.

Saint Thomas the Apostle.

HYMN LXXVIII.

WE walk by faith and not by sight;
No gracious words we hear
From Him who spoke as never man,
But we believe Him near.

We may not touch his hands and side,
Nor follow where He trod;

But in his promise we rejoice,
And cry "My Lord and God."

Help Thou, O Lord, our unbelief:
And may our faith abound,

To call on Thee when Thou art near,
And seek, where Thou art found:

That when our life of faith is done,
In realms of clearer light

We

may behold Thee as Thou art, With full and endless sight.

Conversion of Saint Paul.

HYMN LXXIX.

THE great Apostle, called by grace, Weaned from all works beside, Preached the same faith he once abhorred, And Christ, whom he denied.

In perils and in troubles oft,

His toilsome life he past;

But He who turned his heart at first,
Upheld him to the last.

A chosen vessel of his will,

He fought the fight of faith;

And gained the crown of righteousness,
Obedient unto death.

Thus, Lord of grace, to all thy will

Obedient may we be;

And follow meekly in his steps,

E'en as he followed Thee.

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