The Purification of Saint Mary the virgin......

HYMN

I.

В

RIGHTLY shines the morning star :
Pray we God his grace to give,

That from sin and danger far

We the coming day may live:

That the tongue, to peace compelled,
May from sounds of strife refrain;
That the eyes, from roving held,
Seek not sights corrupt or vain;

That the heart, with purenefs fraught,
May from folly turn aside;
And the flesh, by temperance taught,
Mortify its lusts and pride:

That when he the day shall close,
And the night successive bring,

We, triumphant o'er our foes,

May our hymn of glory sing.

Evermore, O Lord, to thee,
Father, and coequal Son,

And the Spirit, glory be;

One in Three, and Three in One. Amen.

COME

HYMN
II.

NOME, my soul, thou must be waking:
Now is breaking

O'er the earth another day :

Come to him who made this splendour;

See thou render

All thy feeble strength can pay.

Gladly hail the light returning :
Ready burning

Be the incense of thy powers:
For the night is safely ended;
God has tended

With his care thy helpless hours.

Pray that he may prosper ever
Each endeavour,

When thine aim is good and true:
But that he may ever thwart thee,
And convert thee,

When thou evil would'st pursue.

Think that he thy ways beholdeth :
He unfoldeth

Every fault that lurks within;
Every stain of shame glossed over
Cau discover,

And discern each deed of sin.

Mayest thou on life's last morrow
Without sorrow

Pafs away in slumber sweet;
And for ever freed from sadness,
Rise with gladness

That far brighter sun to greet.

Only God's good gifts abuse not,
Light refuse not,

But the Spirit's voice obey:

Soon shall joy thy brow be wreathing, Splendour breathing,

Fairer than the fairest day.

Glory, honour, adoration,

And salvation,

Be to the eternal One:

To the Father, Son, and Spirit,
Praise and merit,

While unending ages run. Amen.

HYMN

III.

CHRIST, with each returning morn Thine image to our hearts be borne; And may we ever clearly see

Our God and Saviour, Lord, in thee.

All hallowed be our walk this day;
May meekness form our early ray,
And faithful love our noontide light,
And hope our sunset calm and bright.

Let grace each idle thought controul,
And sanctify our wayward soul;
Let guile depart, and envy cease,
And all within be joy and peace.

Our daily course, Lord Jesus, bless,
Make piain the way of holiness:
From sudden falls our feet defend,
And cheer at last our journey's end.
To thee, O Father, thee, O Son,
And thee, O Spirit, Three in One,
Thanksgiving with sweet melody
Be now and everlastingly. Amen.