THE TWENTY-THIRD SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY.

For the acceptance of our prayers.

LET evil men tremble and quake,
For their stay is a treacherous reed;
Let the hearts of the faithless ones break,
For despair is but justly their meed:
But they who in God's grace confide,
To no strokes of adversity bow;

For still, Lord, whatever betide,

Their strength and their refuge art thou!

With pity thou markest our state,

To which by transgression we fell;
And ready thy Spirit doth wait,
To assist our essays to do well:

Thus ever thy true church dispose
Devoutly to seek thee in prayer,
And lighten her manifold woes
With tokens of fatherly care.

We know not ourselves what we want,
Such knowledge belongs but to thee;
What thou willest, good Lord only grant,
And blessed indeed shall we be ;
Then light of all care, and at ease,
In the primitive ways we will go;
For a sense of thy love at once frees

The heart of all trouble below.

THE TWENTY-FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY.

For deliverance from sin.

BEREFT of native innocence,
And galled with agonizing sense
Of many an evil deed;

Repentant to thy throne we fly,
And there, though all unworthily,
For mercy, Lord, we plead.

Accept good Lord, thy servants' tears,
Assuage those thousand harrowing fears
Our guilt struck hearts suggest;
Speak to them peace, and sweetly say,
That guiltiness is washed away,

Thou, conscience, let them rest.

Though thralled in closest bonds of sin,

Which nature frail had wrapt us in,
Ere yet we left the womb;

Thy goodness, Lord, thus sets us free
From that degrading slavery,

And death's else lasting gloom.

Yes, heavenly Father, born anew, Refreshed as flowers by morning dew, Breathing a grateful scent;

Our souls towards thee shall hourly rise

An everlasting sacrifice,

Once more deemed, innocent.

For sin shall never reign again,
Meekest contrition's soothing pain
Shall all its power o'ercome;
And our redemption draweth nigh
When we shall leave it by and by
For ever in the tomb.

ALAS, good Lord, how slowly move
Our bosoms to return thy love :

Still after vanities, though we

Are happy but in loving thee!
Oh stir these drowsy hearts, inflame
The souls of us, who bear thy name,
Heavenlier affections evermore to feel,
No fitful zeal,

But sending forth such steady fervent rays,

That our whole life with answering splendour blaze:

And our example, bright with holy deed,

Full many a wandering soul may lead