Sixth Sunday after Epiphany.

HYMN XXIV.

THE Lord shall come, the earth shall quake,
The mountains to their centre shake;

And withering from the vault of night,
The stars shall pale their feeble light.

The Lord shall come, but not the same
As once in lowliness He came ;
A silent lamb before his foes,
A weary man, and full of woes.

The Lord shall come, a dreadful form,
With rainbow-wreath and robes of storm;
On cherub wings, and wings of wind,
Appointed Judge of all mankind.

Can this be He, who wont to stray
A pilgrim on the world's highway
Oppress'd by power, and mock'd by pride,
The Nazarene -the Crucified?

While sinners in despair shall call,
"Rocks, hide us; mountains on us fall?"
The saints, ascending from the tomb,
Shall joyful sing, "The Lord is come."

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PSALM CII.-PART II.-Ver. 23, 24, 25, 26.

THOU the foundation of the earth
Before all time hast laid;

The heavens also, they are the work
Which thy own hands have made.

They all shall perish and decay;
But Thou remainest still;
And they shall all in time wax old,
E'en as a garment will.

Thou as a vesture shalt them change,
And changed shall they be ;

But Thou dost still abide the same,
do never flee.

Thy years

The children of thy servants shall

Continue and endure,

And in thy sight their happy seed
For ever shall stand sure.

Septuagesima Sunday.

HYMN XXV.

THOU, whose almighty word
Chaos and darkness heard

And took their flight,
Hear us, we humbly pray,
And where the Gospel-day
Sheds not its glorious ray,

Let there be light!

Thou, who didst come to bring
On thy redeeming wing

Healing and light,

Health to the sick in mind,

Sight to the inly blind,

Oh now to all mankind
Let there be light!

Spirit of truth and love,
Life-giving, holy Dove

Speed forth thy flight!
Move on the waters' face,
Bearing the lamp of grace,
And in earth's darkest place
Let there be light!

Blessed and holy Three,
Glorious Trinity,

Wisdom, Love, Might

Boundless as ocean's tide,

Rolling in fullest pride,

Through the world far and wide
Let there be light!

PSALM CXLVIII.-Ver. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6.

YE boundless realms of joy,
Exalt your Maker's fame;
His praise your song employ
Above the starry frame;

Your voices raise,

Ye Cherubim,
And Seraphim,

To sing his praise.

Thou moon, that rul'st the night,

And sun, that guid'st the day,
Ye glitt'ring stars of light,
To Him your homage pay;
His praise declare,

Ye heav'ns above,

And clouds that move
In liquid air.

Let them adore the Lord,

And praise his holy name,
By whose Almighty word
They all from nothing came;
And all shall last
From changes free;

His firm decree

Stands ever fast.

Sexagesima Sunday.

HYMN XXVI.

O THOU, at whose divine command
Good seed is sown in every land,
Thine Holy Ghost to us impart,
And for thy word prepare each heart.

Not among thorns of worldly thought,
Nor soon by passing plunderers caught,
Nor lacking depth the root to feed,
May we receive thy Spirit's seed;
But may it, while thy sowers toil,
Fall in a good and honest soil;
And springing up from firmest root,
With patience bear abundant fruit.

PSALM CL.-Ver. 1, 2. 6.

O PRAISE the Lord in that bless'd place,
From whence his goodness largely flows;
Praise Him in heav'n, where He his face
Unveil'd in perfect glory shows.

Praise Him for all the mighty acts,
Which He in our behalf hath done;
His kindness this return exacts,

With which our praise should equal run.

Let all that vital breath enjoy,

The breath He does to them afford,

In just returns of praise employ :

Let ev'ry creature praise the Lord.

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,

The God whom heav'n and earth adore;

Be glory, as it was of old,

Is now, and shall be evermore.