And whilst this world is our abode,

Let us serve God;

And living pure,

Traverse the wilderness secure,

And the strait path so wisely chuse,

That at the last we may not lose

Those promises to Jesus' followers made;

Where pleasures never cloy and honours never fade.

THE FOURTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY.

For Faith, Hope, and Charity.

GREAT GOD, we seek refuge in thee,

The source of all wisdom and goodness and might; "Tis in vain for us elsewhere to flee;

Thou only canst cleanse our dark minds with true light,

To live as those ought, who live still in thy sight.

Bestow then upon us, good Lord,

The grace of fixed faith and assurance serene,
Undoubting to rest on thy word;

Resolved, though the veil of our flesh intervene,
To realize truth, and to see thee unseen.

Let Hope, with her bright beacon near,
Shed full on our path her far-streaming rays,
That promises distant at hand may appear;
So prospects of gladness our faint hearts shall raise,
To pass cheerfully through these else sorrowful days.

But chiefly let Charity's angel-like form,

Attend on our lives, and reside in our breast,

To hush there each unhallowed storm;

And diffuse there that sweetness of temper so blest, That disarms e'en the worst, and still hopeth the best.

These blessed companions bestow;

Then bid, Lord, whate'er thou art pleased to command,
Through a world of temptation we fear not to go:
And through Jesus at last with the saints we shall stand,
And wear glory's bright crown from his own gracious

hand.

THE FIFTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY.

For the blessings of God's care and protection.

WITH thee, Almighty Lord, with thee doth rest, Full power to order this world's troublous course ; "Tis thine at need to succour the distrest,

And overmatch hell's ever wakeful force;
Keep then, in mercy's everlasting arms,

Those few good men true to thy faith and fear;
Give them to feel thy presence blest, which calms
The troubled spirit; and tell them thou art near! </
For thy poor church without thee is undone,
And can but fall; but with thee, Lord, at hand, H
Our hearts shall rest by faith in Christ thy Son,
That thou the assaults of evil wilt withstand,
And such good things supply, as thou dost see
Best aid our discipline for immortality.

THE SIXTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY.

For the peace and purity of the Church.

WITH love parental, holy Father search

Thy children's hearts, where sin doth ever hide;
So from her worst foes cleanse and shield thy church;
For safe without thee we can ne'er abide,

Tried, tempted, and distrest on every side;

But through thine help, e'en we will wax full strong, And prove ourselves, if grace our bosoms guide, Servants of God a rebel world among,

Haply despised on earth, but jubilant ere long!

SAINT MATTHEW THE APOSTLE.

Against covetousness.

ALMIGHTY GOD, what mere earth-worms are we,
Ere thy good Spirit beams upon the soul!
Erect in vain yon glittering worlds we see,
Whilst inward low tumultuous passions roll,
And pluck the spirit from her eminence brave,
To toss and soil it on life's restless wave.

Thus Matthew, once heart-deep in this world's cares,
At earliest dawn from troubled slumbers goes;
And strains by odious toil from passing wares,
Enough to break again his night's repose;
Snatches brief sleep, poor respite from his pain,
Only to drudge the same vile round again.