3 XVt^--^^ ^^ ' //i ^ILLUSTRATEDj C^^-J2^^ r^ '^^.^^^^(Y^^K .<^0i i^'^ - BISHOP HEBER C^\ s^^APs MM. ON LOW, SON. AND MARST0n7~" f LTON house:. MJbGATE HlLL.r^~ -* 1867. LONDON : PRINTED BY W, CLOWES AND SONS. STAMFORD STREET AND CHARING CROSS. ISHOP HEBER'S HYMNS are treasured as Sacred Household Words wherever the EngHsh language is spoken ; not so much hitherto as a collection but from their merit as separate Hymns ; they are all favourites, and each has established its own claim to being so regarded without reference to their author or to each other s excellence. No poet perhaps has commanded a more uni\ersal adoption of his sacred verse than Reginald Hebcr, and yet ^t\\ poets are known less by a collection of their most popular productions; they would appear to be a valued possession of Christendom, yet scarcely recognised as the Hymns of one author. This arises partly from the devoted career of the Bishop in India superseding that of the poet, and partly from the unobtrusive way in which his own Hymns were given to the world in a collection formed by himself from ancient and modern writers to supply a want then felt for a Church Hymnal. The Bishop's own Hymns have out- lived this publication in which he so unostentatiously incorporated them, and it is thought by the present publishers that a distinct edition of what the Bishop alone was author, will be acceptable to all admirers of devotional poetry, and at the same time, by adopting a i)ermanent and ornamental form, aftbrd them an oppor- timity to do hono^ to a memory ever to be revered. ( vi ) Tlie puljlication of this edition is undertaken with due regard to the interest of the surviving representative of tlie author, and with the sanction of Mr. Murray, who has ])ul)Hshed all the l^ishojj's works as well as his comi)ilation of Hymns. As the plan ui)on wliich the Hymns were comj)Osed bears immediate reference to the T.essons of the Day, so has this leading idea been followed in the plan of illustration ; in many places a purely emblematic treatment has been found necessary where the reference has l)een more one of jninciple than incident. The names of the various artists em])loye(l will form some guarantee that the designs have received careful study, and the whole have been engraved under the entire direction of Mr. Ja.mes D. Cooper. It is hoped that their efforts will be esteemed to have accomplished the object of a suitable edition of these favourite Christian melodies. Mii.ToN House, Ludgate Hii.i,. Sepii-niber, 1866. CONTENTS PAGE Advent Sunday i Second Sunday in Advent. — No. 1 3 Second Sunday in Advent. — No. II 4 Third Sunday in Advent 5 Fourth Sunday in Advent 7 Christmas Uay 9 St. Stephen's Day 11 St. John the Evangelist's Day 13 Innocent's Day 14 Epiphany 15 First Sunday after Epiphany. — No. 1 17 First Sunday after Epiphany. — No. II 19 Second Sunday after Epiphany. — No. 1 21 Second Sunday after Epiphany. — No. II 22 Second Sunday after Epiphany. — No. Ill 23 Third Sunday after Epiphany 25 Fourth Sunday after Epiphany. — No. 1 26 Fourth Sunday after Epiphiiny. — No. II 28 Septuagesima Sunday 31 Sexagesima Sunday 33 Ouinquagesima Sunday 34 Third Sunday in Lent 36 Fourth Sunday in Lent 38 Fifth Sunday in Lent 40 Sixth Sunday in Lent 41 Good Friday .. .. 43 Easter Day 45 viii COXfENTS. PAGE l-iftli Sunday after ICastcr 47 Ascension Day and Sunday after 48 Whit Sunday 49 'I'rinity Sunday 5 ^ First Sunday after Trinity. — No. 1 52 F"irst Sunday after Trinity. — No. II 54 Second Sunday after Trinity 56 Third Sunday after Trinity 57 Fourth Sunday after Trinity 59 Fifth Sunday after Trinity 61 Seventh Sunday after Trinity 62 Tenth Sunday after Trinity 64 Thirteenth Sunday after Trinity 66 Fifteenth Sunday after Trinity 68 Sixteenth Sunday after Trinity 69 Nineteenth Sunday after Trinity 71 Twenty-first Sunday after Trinity 73 Twenty-second Sunday after Trinity 75 Twenty-third Sunday after Trinity 76 Twenty-fourth Sunday after Trinity jy St. James's Day 78 Michaelmas Day 7g In 'limes of Distress and Danger 81 Before a Collection made for the Society for the Propagation of the Gospel 82 Before the Sacrament 85 Evening Hymn 86 At a Funeral 87 An Introit, to be sung between the Litany and Communion Service 89 At a Funeral 00 On Recovery from Sickness or LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. ENGRAVED BY JAMES O. COOPER. SUBJECT. Portrait of Bishop Heber Title-page Our Saviour's Entry into Jerusalem Clearing the Temple . . . . Fig-tree border "Soon shall ocean's hoary deep" . . . . Healing the Sick Border St. John the Baptist preaching in tin Wilderness St. John the Baptist in Prison Nativity Gloria in Excelsis St. Stephen . . . . Border — The Martyrs Our Saviour and St. John the Evangelist Rachel weeping for her Children . . . . Wise Men's Offering The Star of Bethlethem Our Saviour disputing with the Doctors The Return to Jerusalem Lily and Rose border ARTIST. I'AGE T. D. Scott Frontispiece T; Kennedy. W. J. Allen i „ 2 T. Kennedy 3 4 s. J. C 5 T. Kennedy 6 W. J. Allen 7 8 9 S. J. C. 10 ,, II „ 12 W. J. Allen 13 14 ^- J- C 15 W. S.\L\LL 16 W. C. Selous 17 W. Small 18 T. Kennedy 19 LIST OF ILLVSTRAIIONS. SUHJl'.CT. ARTIST. PAGE "By cool Siloam's shady rill" W. J. Ali.en 20 Vine, Corn, and Olive border T.Kennedy 21 The Marriage at Cana S. J. C 22 Fruit and Flower border T. KENNEDY 23 Our First Parents W. J. Allen 24 Healing the Leper „ 25 Storm at Sea R. P. LeitCH 26 " Help, Lord ! or we perish " W. J. AlLEN 27 Christ stilling the Storm S. J. C 28 Allegorical border „ 29 " Clothed, and in his right mind "' „ 30 " Why stand ye idle here ? " „ 31 Allegorical border T. Kennedy 32 Parable of the Sower W. J. Allen 33 Healing the blind man „ 34 " Capti\e, beaten, bound, reviled " . . Ovcrbcck J. D. ScOTT 35 Madonna di San Sisto Rapliacl „ 36 " That watclvd thy slumbering infancy " S. J. C 37 The multitude fed Mtirillo W. J. Allen 38 " To Thee the Lions roaring call " R. MoORE 39 "Then took they up stones to cast at Him" W. J. Allen 40 " Upraised to Heaven His languid eye" Gnido T. D. ScoTT 41 " With trumpet sound " S. J. C 42 The Crucifixion W. J. Allen 43 Magdalen at the foot of the Cross „ 44 " He is not here. He is risen" H. C. Selous 45 The rising Sun T. Kennedy 46 The Shepherd W. J. Allen 47 LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. SUBJECT. ARTIST. Ascension Day S. J. C Border — Whitsunday „ .... Faith, Hope, and Love ,, .... Border — Trinity Sunday „ .... Lazarus H. C. Selou.s . . Broken Column T. KENNEDY . . Border „ Finial " Go out, and compel them to come in" . . ^\'. J. ALLEN . . The stranded Ark T. KENNEDY . . The lost piece of silver \V. J. Allen . . " Glorious as a siher shield "" E. AL WiMPERls Moonlight — finial T. Kennedy . . Miraculous draught W. J. Allen . . " When Summer's balmy showers • refresh the mower's toil " " When Winter binds in frosty chains the fallo.v and the flood " Christ weeping over Jerusalem Wild Olive-tree The good Samaritan Finial " Every bush and tufted tree warbles sweet philosophy" F. Kevl .. Raising the Widow's Son H. C. Selous, Cypress border T. Kennedy "Take up thy bed and walk" W. J. AlJ.EN Finial T. KENNEDY AGE 48 49 50 51 52 53 54 55 56 57 58 59 60 61 E. AL WlMPERIS .... 62 .... 63 S. J. C 64 T. Kennedy 65 IL C. Selous 66 T. Kennedy 67 68 69 70 71 72 LIS I (>/■ II.J.lsrK.MlONS. \V. J. Al,LEN T. Kennedy Sl'IiJF.CT. ARTIST . Annnur border T. KENNEDY Fiiiial 11 Border — The unmerciful Servant „ Tlie Triliute Money liorder — Raising of Jairus' Daugliter .. . Initial lUirder — St. Michael and tlie Dragon .. . P'inial Family Affliction Wilfred Lawson " Greenland's icy mountains " Percival Skelton " India's coral strand " ,, "Waft, waft, yc winds, His story" ,, Initial Moonlight At a Funeral In Memoriam Initial „ .... " Thou art gone to the grave " Percival Skelton On Recovery from Sickness Wilfred Lawson " Like sunshine on a stormy dav '' E. M. WiMPERls . . T. Kennedy . . . E. M. Wimperis . Wilfred Lawson T. Kennedy . . . I'AGE 73 74 75 76 11 78 79 80 81 82 83 84 85 86 87 88 89 90 91 92 "^ ^if^ ^X^ \''^^ P -:^!^ HOSANNA to the living Lord! Hosanna to the incarnate Word ! To Christ, Creator, Saviour, King, Let earth, let Heaven, Hosanna sing I Hosanna! Lord! Hosanna in the highest ! Hosanna, Lord I Thine angels cry; Hosanna, Lord! Thy saints reply ; Above, beneath us, and around, The dead and living swell the sound : Hosanna! Lord! Hosanna in the highest ! 1 \ M '<\ oL Adi'ciit Sunday. Oh, Saviour ! with protecting care, Return to this Thy house of prayer! Assembled in Thy sacred name, Where we Thy parting promise claim ! Hosanna ! Lord ! Hosanna in the highest ! But, chiefest, in our cleansed breast. Eternal! bid Thy Spirit rest, And make our secret soul to be A temple pure, and worthy Thee ! Hosanna ! Lord ! Hosanna in the highest ! So, in the last and dreadful day, When earth and Heaven shall melt away. Thy flock, redeem'd from sinful stain. Shall swell the sound of praise again : Hosanna' Loid* Hosanna in the highest ' .JiOf ilC'TRee KF^IL? /X'jLr-Y^e 'T-f^rF s. I \ .%rtoni) ^unbun iii Slbbcnt.— No. I. THE Lord will come ! the earth shall quake. The hills their fi.xed seat forsake ; ;2L And, withering, from the vault of night The stars withdraw their feeble light. The Lord will come ! but not the same As once in lowly form He came, A silent Lamb to slaughter led. The bruised, the suffering, and the dead. The Lord will come ! a dreadful form, With wreath of flame, and robe of storm. On cherub wings, and wings of wind, Anointed Judge of human-kind I Can this be He who wont to stray A pilgrim on the world's highway ; By power oppress'd, and mock'd by pride? Oh God! is this the crucified? Go, tyrants ! to the rocks complain ! Go, seek the mountains cleft in vain ! But faith, victorious o'er the tomb, Shall sing for joy — The Lord is come! y^ll ..^u-j'cp. '^:^< ^^^^:^r^ - '\ ^FT- oTbirL) S'un&U!) in i^Dbcut. H Saviour, is Thy promise fled? Nor longer might Thy grace endure, To heal the sick a'nd raise the dead, And preach Thy Gospel to the poor? Come, Jesus! come! return again ; \\"ith brighter beam Thy servants bless, ^'l Who long to feel Thy perfect reign, And share Thy kingdom's happiness! Yet, 'mid the wild and wintry gale, When Death rides darkly o'er the sea, And strength and earthly daring fail, Our prayers, Redeemer! rest on Thee! Come, Jesus ! come ! and, as of yore The prophet went to clear Thy way, A harbinger Thy feet before, A dawning to Thy brighter day : So now may grace with heavenly shower Our stony hearts for truth prepare ; Sow in our souls the seed of power. Then come and reap Thy harvest there ! = 3 IJI THCVlLDE,j?|(e^^ M(1K8 _^T!^/1IC^HT TH& ^i V/Zfr OJ THE U.ORD -^"^ (f ourtlj Siinb.ijr in gibbcnt. T^HE world is grown old, and her pleasures are past : ^ The world is grown old, and her form may not last : The world is grown old, and trembles for fear ; For sorrows abound, and judgment is near ! The sun in the heaven is languid and pale; And feeble and few are the fruits of the vale ; And the hearts of the nations fail them for fear, For the world is grown old, and judgment is near! The king on his throne, the bride in her bower. The children of pleasure all feel the sad hour ; The roses are faded, and tasteless the cheer. For the world is grown old, and judgment is near: '"'pKT Four III S II II day in Advent. The world is grown old ! — but should we complain, Who have tried her and know that her promise is vain Our heart is in Heaven, our home is not here, And we look for our crown when judgment is near ! C In- is t mas Day. If gaily clothed and proudly fed In dangerous wealth we dwell; Remind us of Thy manger bed And lowly cottage cell ! If prest by poverty severe, In envious want we pine, Oh may the Spirit whisper near, How poor a lot was Thine! Through fickle fortune's various scene From sin preserve us free ! Like us Thou hast a mourner been. May we rejoice with Thee! HE Son of God goes forth to war, A kingly crown to gain : His blood-red banner streams afar! Who follows in His train? Who best can drink his cup of woe, Triumphant over pain, Who patient bears his cross below. He follows in His train ! The martyr first, whose eagle eye Could pierce beyond the grave ; Who saw his Master in the sky, And call'd on Him to save. Like Him, with pardon on his tongue In midst of mortal pain, He pray'd for them that did the wrong I Who follows in liis train? S/. StephoCs Day. A glorious band, the chosen few On whom the Spirit came; Twelve valiant saints, their hope they knew, And mock'd the cross and flame. They met the tyrant's brandish'd steel, The lion's gory mane ; They bow'd their necks the death to feel ! Who follows in their train? A noble army — men and boys, The matron and the maid, Around the Saviour's throne rejoice, In robes of light array'd. They clim'b the steep ascent of Heaven, Through peril, toil, and pain ! Oh God ! to us may grace be given To follow in their train ! /^H God ! who gav'st Thy servant grace. ^^ Amid the storms of hfe distrcst, To look on thine incarnate face, And lean on Thy protecting breast : To see the light that dimly shone, Eclipsed for us in sorrow pale, Pure Image of the Eternal One ! Through shadows of thy mortal veil ! Be ours, O King of Mercy ! still To feel Thy presence from above, And in Thy word, and in Thy will. To hear Thy voice, and know Thy lo\e : And when the toils of life are done. And nature waits Thy dread decree. To find our rest beneath Thy throne. And look, in humble hope, to Thee. 13 |nuo«nts' gag. WEEP not o'er thy children's tomb ! O Rachel, weep not so; The bud is cropt by martyrdom, The flower in heaven shall blow ! Firstlings of faith ! the murderer's knife Has miss'd its deadliest aim : The God for whom they gave their life. For them to suffer came ! Though feeble were their days and few, Baptized in blood and pain. Fie knows them, whom they never knew. And they shall live again. Then weep not o'er thy children's tomb; O Rachel, weep not so ! The bud is cropt by martyrdom. The flower in heaven shall blow I 14 RIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning! Dawn on our darkness and lend us Thine aid! Star of the East, the horizon adorning, (kiide where our infant Redeemer is laid I Cold on His cradle the dew-drops are shining, Low lies His head with the beasts of the stall ; Angels adore Him in slumber reclining. Maker and Monarch and Saviour of all ! I'.piphauy. Say, shall we yield Mini, in costly devotion. Odours of Edom and offerin<,rs divine ? (lems of the mountain and pearls of the ocean, Myrrli from the forest or ^old from the mine? X'ainly we offer each ample oblation : Vainly with gifts would His favour secure : Richer by far is the heart's adoration ; Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor. Brightest and best of the sons of the morning ! Dawn on our darkness and lend us Thine aid ! Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid ! 1 6 Jfirst ,§unbai) aftrr a-piplianij.— No. I. /f=^Z= # I5ASH'D be all the boast of age I t ^'V '^ Be hoary learning dumb ! Expounder of the mystic page, Behold an Infant come ! Oh Wisdom, whose unfading power Ik'side the Eternal stood, 'I'o frame, in nature's earliest hour 'ihe laud, tlie sk\-, the flood : 17 /'"/r.i/ Sunday after 1-lpiphaiiy. Yet didst not Thou disdain awhile An infant form to wear ; To bless Thy mother with a smile, And lisp Thy falter'd prayer. lUit in Thy Father's own abode, With Israel's elders round. Conversing high with Israel's God Thy chiefest joy was found. So may our jouth adore Thy name ! And, Saviour, deign to bless With fostering grace the timid flame Of early holiness ! •->e idle here ? ^*r^^- f:^ f'r. Scfitiiaxesima Sunday. " Oh, as the griefs ye would assuage That wait on hfe's dechning year, ,|'N Secure a blessing for your age, ^/ And work your Maker's business here 1 K ^ y " And ye, whose locks of scanty grey Foretell your latest travail near, How swiftly fades your worthless day ! And stand ye yet so idle here ? ill r-^. " One hour remains, there is but one ! But many a shriek and many a tear Through endless years the guilt must moan Of moments lost and wasted here !" Oh Thou, by all Thy works adored, To whom the sinner's soul is dear, Recall us to Thy vineyard. Lord ! And grant us grace to please Thee here ! h % L-:^ (1 ^-v^ .V. -.2-«^ Wx jtvtigcsima ^unb:in. /'"X H God I by whom the seed is given ; ^^^ By whom the harvest blest ; Whose word, hke manna shower'd from Heaven, Is planted in our breast ; Preser\-e it from the passing feet, And plunderers of the air ; The sultry sun's intenser heat, And weeds of worldly care ! Though buried deep or thinly strewn. Do Thou Thy grace supply ; The hope in earthly furrows sown Shall ripen in the sky ! tf \!i- ■f ^Sl :.)i»i^;ij!*'^ ORD of Mercy and of might, Of mankind the hfe and hght, Maker, Teacher infinite, Jesus, hear and save ! Who, when sin's primaeval doom Gave creation to the tomb, Didst not scorn a Virgin's womb, Jesus, hear and sa\e ! 34 Strong Creator, Saviour mild, Humbled to a mortal child, Captive, beaten, bound, reviled, Jesus, hear and save ! Throned above celestial things. Borne aloft on angels' wings. Lord of lords, and King of kings, Jesus, hear and save ! Soon to come to earth again. Judge of angels and of men. Hear us now, and hear us then, Jesus, hear and save ! ' s^viga ~^^t 35 A 7'IRGIN-BORN ! we bow before Thee! ^ Blessed was the womb that bore Thee ! Mary, mother meek and mild, Blessed was she in her child ! Blessed was the breast that fed Thee ! Blessed was the hand that led Thee ; Blessed was the parent's eye That watch'd thy slumbering infancy ! 36 77u'r(i Sunday in Lent. Blessed she by all creation, Who brought forth the world's Salvation ! And blessed they, for ever blest, Who love Thee most and serve Thee best ! Virgin-born ! we bow before Thee ! Blessed was the womb that bore Thee ! Mary, mother meek and mild, Blessed was she in her child ! 37 'i'iri^i cf ourtlj SunbajT \\\ l^cnt. KING of earth and air and sea ! The hungry ravens cry to Thee ; Fo Thee the scaly tribes that sweep The bosom of the boundless deep ; To Thee the lions roaring call, The common Father, kind to all I N) Then grant Thy servants, Lord ! we pray, -V i i =- Our daily bread from day to day ! w' ly bread trom clay to day The fishes may for food complain ; The ravens spread their wings in vam ; Nuy-ju The roaring lions lack and pine I But, God I Thou carest still for Thine 1 38 '/ ,/ Fourth Sunday in Lent. Ijounteous hand with food can bless bleak and lonely wilderness ; Thou hast taught us, Lord ! to pray daily bread from day to day ! And oh, when through the wilds we roam That part us from our heayenly home ; When lost in danger, want, and woe, ( )ur faithless tears begin to flow ; )o Thou Thy gracious comfort giye, '>\ which alone the soul may live ; \ nd grant Thy servants, Lord ! we pray, i he bread of life from day to day ! 39 OH Thou whom neither time nor space Can circle in, unseen, unknown. Nor faith in boldest flight can trace. Save through Thy Spirit and Thy Son ! And Thou that from Thy bright abode. To us in mortal weakness shown, Didst graft the manhood into God, Eternal, co-eternal Son ! And Thou, whose unction from on high By comfort, light, and love is known ! Who, with the parent Deity, Dread Spirit ! art for ever One ! ("ireat First and Last ! Thy blessing give! And grant us faith, Thy gift alone, To lo\c and praise Thee while we li\c, And do whatever I'hou wouldst ha\e done ! 40 THE Lord of Might, from Sinai's brow, Gave forth His voice of thunder I And Israel lay on earth below, Outstretch'd in fear and wonder. Beneath His feet v\as pitchy night, And at His left hand and His right, The rocks were sent asunder I The Lord of Love, on Calvary, A meek and suffering stranger. Upraised to Heaven His languid eye. In nature's hour of danger. For us He bore the weight of woe, For us He gave His blood to flow. And met His Father's anger. V 41 Sixtli Sunday in Lent. The Lord of Love, the Lord of Might, The King of all created, Shall back return to claim His right, On clouds of glory seated ; With trumpet-sound and angel-song, And hallelujahs loud and long O'er death and hell defeated ! /^H more than merciful I whose bounty gave ^^ Thy guiltless self to glut the greedy grave ! Whose heart was rent to pay Thy people's price ! The great High-priest at once and sacrfice ! Help, Saviour, by Thy cross and crimson stain. Nor let Thy glorious blood be spilt in vain ! 43 Good h^riday. When sin with flowery garland hides her dart, When tyrant force would daunt the sinking heart, When fleshly lust assails, or worldly care. Or the soul flutters in the fowler's snare, — Help, Saviour, by Thy cross and crimson stain. Nor let thy glorious blood be spilt in vain I And chiefest then, when Nature yields the strife. And mortal darkness wraps the gate of life ; When the poor spirit, from the tomb set free. Sinks at Thy feet and lifts its hope to Thee, — Help, Saviour, by Thy cross and crimson stain. Nor let Thy glorious blood be spilt in vain. 44 ()D is gone up with :i merry noise Of saints that sing on higli. With His own right hand and His holy arm He hath won the victory ! ' ~*^^ i; (^/ Now empty are the courts of Deatli. And crush'd thy sting, Despair : And roses bloom in tlie desert tomb. For Jesus hath been there I 45 Easter Day. And He lialli tamed the strength of Hell, And dragg'd him through the sky, And captive behind His chariot wheel, He hath bound Captivity. God is gone up with a merry noise Of saints that sing on high ; With His own right hand and His holy arm He hath won the victory ! 46 fiftlj ^untinj .iftfi (•' i5tu. T IFE noi Death shall us clibse\ot J — ■' T lom Ills lo\c who icii;ns foi c\ci Will IJl fill us' \l\li ' IK\C1 ' \\ hen to Hiin wl ci\ ' Sm m u sLck to sn iic u^, Fui V P lesion tL.ii us ' Doubt and I cai, and j?iiin Dtspm, fliLii fan<4S at^ainst us ti\ Hut Iii> inii,lit sh ill •^till dt-Riid us, \nd Ills bltsSLd Son bcfucnd us, And His Holy Spirit send us Comfort ere we die ! 47 IT Thou on my right hand, my Son I " saith the Lord. " Sit Thou on my right hand, my Son ! Till in the fatal hour Of my wrath and my power, Thy foes shall be a footstool to Thy throne !" "Prayer shall be made to Thee, my Son!" saith the Lord. " Prayer shall be made to Thee, my Son ! From earth and air and sea, And all that in them be, Which Thou for thine lieritage hast won I" " Daily be Thou praised, my Son I '" saith the Lord. " Daily be Thou praised, my Son I And all that live and move, Let them bless Thy bleeding love, And the work which Thy worthiness hath done!" 48 49 \Miit Sunday. When tonijHies shall cease and j)owcr decay, And knowledge empty prove, Do Thou Thy trembling servants stay With Faith, with Hope, with Love ! HOLY, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty ! Early in the morning our song shall rise to Thee ; Holy, holy, holy ! merciful and mighty I God in three persons, blessed Trinity ! Holy, holy, holy ! all the saints adore Thee, Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea Cherubim and seraphim falling down before Thee, Which wert and art and evermore shalt be ! Holy, holy, holy ! Though the darkness hide Thee, Though the eye of sinful man Thy glory may not see, Only Thou art holy, there is none beside Thee, Perfect in power, in love, and purity ! Holy, holy, holy ! Lord God Almighty ! All Thy works shall praise Thy name in earth antl sky and sea. Holy, holy, holy ! merciful and mighty ! God in three persons, blessed Trinity ! 5r Ji-'irst ^uniJaiT after (Trimti).— No. I. OOM for the proud I Ye sons of clay, From far his sweeping pomp survey, Nor, rashly curious, clog the way His chariot wheels before I Lo ! with what scorn his lofty eye Glances o'er age and poverty. And bids intruding conscience fly Far from his palace door 1 First Sitnday after Trinity. Room for the proud ! but slow the feet That bear his coffin down the street : And dismal seems his winding-sheet Who purple lately wore ! Ah I where must now his spirit fly In naked, trembling agony ; Or how shall he for mercy cry, Who show'd it not before ! Room for the proud I in ghastb' state The Lords of hell his coming wait. And flinging wide the dreadful gate That shuts to ope no more, " Lo here with us the seat," they cry, " For him who mock'd at po\ert\-. And bade intruding conscience fly Far from his palace door." <|irst .^unLinn ufkr STrinitjT.— No. Ii HE feeble pulse, the gasping breath, The clenched teeth, the glazed eye, Are these thy sting, thou dreadful Death ? O Grave, are these thy victory ! The mourners by our parting bed, The wife, the children weeping nigh. The dismal pageant of the dead, — These, these are not thy victory ! But from the much-loved world to part (3ur lust untamed, our spirit high. All nature struggling at the heart, Which, dying, feels it dare not die ! To dream through life a gaudy dream Of pride and pomp and luxury, Till waken'd by the nearer gleam Of burning boundless agony ; 54 First Sunday after Trinity. To meet o'cr-soon our angry King, Whose love we pass'd unheeded by ; Lo this, O Death, thy deadhest sting ! O Grave, and this thy victory ! O Searcher of the secret heart, Who deign'd for sinful man to die ! Restore us ere the spirit part. Nor give to Hell the victory ! 55 S^rconb ^unbu) aftci (Tuiutir ORTH fiom the daik and stoim) sky, Loid, to Thine altai's shade we fly , Forth from the woild, its hope and feai, Saviour, we seek Th) sheltei heie Weai) and weak, Fh) giace \\t pi a} Tiiin not, O Loid ' Th) guests away ' Long have we loam'd in want and pain, Long have we sought Thy rest in vain ! Wilder'd in doubt, in darkness lost. Long have our souls been tempest-tost : Low at Thy feet our sins we lay ; Turn not, O Lord ! Thy guests away ! 56 (i> ^Ijirb .isaniiiui iiftcr (Triniti). THERE was joy in Heaven ! There was joy in Heaven ! When this goodly world to frame The Lord of might and mercy came Shouts of joy were heard on high, And the stars sang from the sky — " Glory to God in Heaven !" There was joy in Heaven ! There was joy in Heaven ! WHien the billows, heaving dark. Sank around the stranded ark, And the rainbow's watery span Spake of mercy, hope to man, And peace with God in Heaven ! 57 Third Sunday after Trinity. There was joy in Heaven ! There was joy in Heaven ! When of love tlie midnight beam Dawn'd on the towers of Bethlehem And along the echoing hill Angels sang — " On earth good-will, And glory in the Heaven!" 5S '^'A ^ ^oxui]^ §unban after (Tvinitn. PRAISED the earth, in beauty seen With garlands gay of various green : I praised the sea, whose ample field Shone glorious as a silver shield ; And earth and ocean seem'd to say, " Our beauties are but for a day I" I praised the sun, whose chariot roWd On wheels of amber and of gold ; I praised the moon, whose softer eye Gleam'd sweetly through the summer sky ! And moon and sun in answer said, ' " Our days of light are numbered !" 59 I'oiirlh Si'.uday after '/)i/ii/y. () (iod ! O (Jood beyond compare! If tluis Thy meaner works are fair! If tjius Thy bounties gild the span Of ruin'd eartli and sinful man, IIow glorious must the mansion be Wiicre Thy redcem'd shall dwell with Thee ! 60 REATOR of the rolling flood '. On whom Thy people hope alone : Who cam'st by water and by blood. For man's offences to atone : Who from the labours of the deep Didst set Thy servant Peter free, To feed on earth Thy chosen sheep, And build an endless church to Thee. Grant us, devoid of worldly care, And leaning on Thy bounteous hand, To seek Thy help in humljle prayer, And on Thy sacred rock to stand : And when, our livelong toil to crown. Thy call shall set the spirit free, To cast with joy our burthen down. And rise, O Lord ! and follow Thee ! 6i ^rbcntb .^uniinii lifter f linitn, T 7"HEN Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil When Summer's balmy showers refresh the mower's toil ; When winter binds in frosty chains the fallow and the flood, In God the earth rejoiceth still, and owns his Maker good. The birds that wake the morning, and those that love the shade; The winds that sweep the mountain or lull the drowsy glade, The sun that from his amber bower rejoiceth on his way, The moon and stars, their Master's name in silent pomp display. Seventh Sunday after Trinity. Shall man, the lord of Nature, expectant of the sky, Shall man, alone unthankful, his little praise deny? No, let the year forsake his course, the seasons cease to be, Thee, Master, must we ahva\s love, and Saviour, honour Thee. The flowers of Spring may wither, the hope of Summer fade. The Autumn droop in winter, the birds forsake the shade : The winds be luU'd — the sun and moon forget their old decree. But we in Nature's latest hour, O Lord 1 will cling to Thee. y?:.\:-,;>.:--;^ ^3 S^rntlj iivmLiiiJi after S^rinitjr. ERUSALEM, Jerusalem ! enthroned once on high, Thou favour'd home of God on earth, thou heaven below the sky : Now brought to bondage with thy sons, a curse and grief to see, Jerusalem, Jerusalem ! our tears shall flow for thee. Oh 1 hadst thou known thy day of grace, and flock'd beneath the wing Of Him who call'd thee lovingly, thine own anointed King, Then had the tribes of all the world gone up thy pomp to see. And glory dwelt within thy gates, and all thy sons been free. 64 TcntJi Sttiiday aflcy Trinity. "And who art thou that mournest mc?" rcpHcd the ruin grey, " And fear'st not rather that thyself may prove a cast-away ? I am a dried and abject branch, my place is given to thee ; But woe to every barren graft of thy wild olixc-tree ! " Our day of grace is sunk in night, our time of mercy spent, For heavy was my children's crime, and strange their punishment Yet gaze not idly on our fall, but, sinner, warned be : Who spared not His chosen seed may send His wratli on thee ! " Our day of grace is sunk in night, thy noon is in its prime ; Oh, turn and seek thy Saviour's face in this accepted lime I So, (ientile, may Jerusalem a lesson prove to thee. And in the new Jerusalem thy home for e\er be I" -j^; ■'^::p^(fi'=^^ S^biricciitb ^luibaji after S"viiuljr. HO yonder on the desert heath, Complains in feeble tone?" — "A pilgrim in the vale of death, Faint, bleeding, and alone ! " "How cam'st thou to this dismal strand Of danger, grief, and shame?" — " From blessed Sion's holy land, ;:>^ By Folly led, 1 came!" 66 Thirteenth Sunday after Trinity. " What ruffian hand hath stript thee Ixire ? Whose fury laid thee low ?" — "Sin for my footsteps twined her snare, And Death has dealt the blow.'"' '' Can art no medicine for thy wound, Nor nature strength supply?"' "They saw me bleeding on the ground, /vnd pass'd in silence by!" " l)ut, sufferer! is no comfort near Thy terrors to remove?" —"There is to whom my soul v\'as dear, But I have scorn'd Pi is lo\e." "What if His hand were nigh to save From endless Death thy days?'' -" The soul He ramsom'd from the grave Should live but to His praise!" " Rise then, oh rise ! His health embrace, With heavenly strength renew'd ; And, such as is thy Saviour's grace. Such be thv gratitude!" 67 xJ-^^^^J'V^'^f^"^ dfiftrrntl) Siinban after (irinitir. LO the lilies of the field, How their leaves instruction yield Hark to Nature's lesson given By the blessed birds of Heaven! Every bush and tufted tree Warbles sweet philosophy : " Mortal, fly from doubt and sorrow ; God provideth for the morrow ! " Say, with richer crimson glows The kingly mantle than the rose ! vSay, have kings more wholesome fare Than we, poor citizens of air? Barns nor hoarded grain have we. Yet we carol merrily. Mortal, fly from doubt and sorrow ! God provideth for the morrow ! " One there lives whose guardian eye Guides our humble destiny; One there lives who. Lord of all. Keeps our feathers lest they fall : Pass we blithely then the time. Fearless of the snare and lime, Free from doubt and faithless sorrow : God provideth for the morrow!" 68 nvtccntb ^unDan after ^vinitn. AKE not, O mother, sounds of lamentation ! Weep not, O widow, weep not hopelessly ! Strong is His arm, the Bringer of Salvation, Strong is the Word of (lod to succour thee ! 69 Vv^ X v^?^ ;^ 'xtccnth Sunday after Trinity. Bear forth the cold corpse, slowly, slowly bear him : Hide his pale features with the sable pall : Chide not the sad one wildly weeping near him : Widow'd and childless, she has lost her all ! Why pause the mourners? Who forbids our weeping? Who the dark pomp of sorrow has delay'd ? " Set down the bier, — he is not dead but sleeping ! Young man, arise ;" — He spake, and was obey'd ! Change then, O sad one ! grief to exultation : Worship and fall before Messiah's knee : Strong was His arm, the Bringer of Salvation ; Strong was the Word of God to succour thee 70 /^H blest were the accents of early creation, ■-^ When the Word of Jeho\ah came down from abo\-e ; In the clods of the earth to infuse animation, And wake their cold atoms to life and to love ! And miL;hty the tones which the lirmanient rended, When on wheels of the thunder, and wings of the wind. P>y lightning, and hail, and thick darkness attended, lie utter'd on Sinai His laws to mankind. And sweet was the voice of the First-born of Heaven, (Though poor His apparel, though earthly His form,) Who said to the mourner, "Thy sins arc forgiven !" " lie whole !" to the sick, and '' He still I" to the storm. 71 Nineteenth Sunday after Trinity. Oh Judge of the World! when array'd in Thy glory, Thy summons again shall be heard from on high, While Nature stands trembling and naked before Thee, And waits on Thy sentence to li\e or to die ; When the Heaxen shall fly fast from the sound of Thy thunder, And the Sun, in Thy lightnings, grow languid and pale, And the Sea yield her dead, and the Tomb cleave asunder. In the hour of Thy terrors, let mercy prevail ! Oitucntj)- first $uni);ii) after (Triniti). ^"pHE sound of war! In cartli and aii ^ The volleying thunders roll : riieir ticry darts the fiends prepare, And dig the pit, and spread the snare, Against the Christian's soul. I'he tyrant's sword, the rack, the tlame. The scorner's serpent tone, Of liitter doubt the barbed aim, All, all conspire his heart to tame : Force, fraud, and hellish fires assail The rivets of his heavenly mail. Amidst his foes alone. (;ods of the world: ye warrior host Of darkness and of air. In \am is all your impious boast. In \ain each missile lightning tost, In vain the temptei-'s snare! I'liough fast and far your arrows fly, Though mortal nerve and bone Slnink in convulsive agony, riie Christian can your rage defy : Towers o'er his head Salvation's crest. Faith like a buckler guards his breast, Landau nted, though alone. 73 Twciity-first Sunday after Trinity. 'Tis past ! 'tis o'er ! in foul defeat The Demon host are fled ! Before the Saviour's mercy-seat, (His hve-long work of faith complete,) Their conqueror bends his head. " The spoils Thyself hast gained, Lord I 1 lay before Thy throne : Thou wert my rock, my shield, my sword ; My trust was in Thy name and word : 'Twas in Thy strength my heart was strong Thy Spirit went with mine along ; How was 1 then alone?" 74 (Tfocirtn-.^cconb $uni);in nftcr (Tiinitn. GOD 1 my sins are manifold, against my life they cry And all my guilty deeds foregone, up to Thy temple fly ; Wilt Thou release my trembling soul, that to despair is driven? '^ " Forgive I " a blessed voice replied, " and thou shalt be forgiven ! " n iijrk! / f\ Ml 83 «4 Dcforc tbc ^an-njiuiit. RKAD of tlie world in mercy Ijrokcn, Wine of the soul in mercy shed I By whom the words of life were spoken. And in whose death our sins arc dead Look on the heart by sorrow broken, Look on the tears by sinners shed. And be 'l'h\ feast to us the token rhal b\ I'hy t^race our souls are fed ! 85 (Bfecniitg PginiT. GOD, that madest Earth and Heaven, Darkness and Light ! Who the day for toil hast given. For rest the night ; May Thine Angel guards defend us, Slumber sweet Thy mercy send us, Holy dreams and hopes attend us, This livelong night I Q KXEATH our feet and oVr mir lic.ul Is equal warning given ; Beneath us lie the countless dead, Abo\e us lb the Heaven I Their names are graven on the stone, ^^', j Their bones are in the clay ; ^\ And ere another day is gone, Ourselves mav be as they. 87 A/ a Funeral. Death rides on every passing breeze, He lurks in every flower : Each season has its own disease, Its peril every hour ! Our eyes have seen the rosy light Of youth's soft cheek decay, And Fate descend in sudden night On manhood's middle day. Our eyes have seen the steps of age Halt feebly towards the tomb. And yet shall earth our hearts engage, And dreams of days to come ? Turn, mortal, turn ! thy danger know ; Where'er thy foot can tread The earth rings hollow from below, And warns thee of her dead ! Turn, Christian, turn I thy soul apply To truths divinely given ; The bones that underneath thee lie Shall live for Hell or Heaven ! 88 ^n |ntioit, to be sung bcttoccn tijc |?itann uni) (Tonununiou .§rrbicc. I most merciful I Oh most bountiful 1 God the Father Almighty ; By the Redeemer's Sweet intercession Hear us, help us when we cr>- 89 ■% THOU art gone to the grave ! but we will not deplore thee, Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb : Thy Saviour has pass'd through its portal before thee, And the lamp of His love is thy guide through the gloom ! Thou art gone to the grave ! we no longer behold thee. Nor tread the rough path of the world by thy side ; But the wide arms of Mercy are spread to enfold thee. And sinners may die, for the sinless has died ! Thou art gone to the grave ! and, its mansion forsaking. Perchance thy weak spirit in fear linger'd long ; But the mild rays of Paradise beam'd on Thy waking, And the sound which thou heardst was the Seraphim's song ! Thou art gone to the grave ! but we will not deplore thee. Whose God was thy ransom, thy guardian and guide ; He gave thee. He took thee, and He will restore thee. And death has no sting, for the Saviour has died ! 90 -r t")n |.ircobrnj from tidiness. Ol I Saviour of the faithful dead, With whom Thy servants dwell, 1 hough cold and green the turf is spread Above their narrow cell, — \o more we cling to mortal clay, \\ L doubt and fear no more, \oi shrink to tread the darksome way \\ hieli Tliou hast trod before ; I w IS iiard from those 1 loved to go. \\ ho knelt around my bed. \\ liosc tears bedew'd my burning brow, \\ hose arms ujiheld my head I 9' On Recovery f}-oiii Sickness. As fading from my dizzy view, I sought their forms in vain, The bitterness of death I knew, And groan'd to Hve again. 'Twas cb'eadful when th' Accuser's powei" Assail'd my sinking heart, Recounting every wasted hour. And each unworthy part. But, Jesus ! in that mortal fray, Thy blessed comfort stole. Like sunshine in a stormy day, Across my darken'd soul ! When soon or late, this feeble breath No more to Thee shall pray, Support me through the vale of death, And in the darksome way ! When cloth'd in fleshly weeds again I wait Thy dread decree, Judge of the world ! bethink Thee then, That Thou hast died for me. LONDON : PRINTED BY \V. CLOWES AND SONS, STAMKORD STREET. THE LIBRARY UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA Santa Barbara THIS BOOK IS DUE ON THE LAST DATE STAMPED BELOW. Series 9482 UC SOUTHERN REGIONAL LIBRARY A A 001 425 13f