II. O LORD, refresh Thy flock! O Lord! our sickness heal; Preserve us, Lord, from death! With many a bitter herb, "Tis meet, that, dressed in pilgrim-garb, We take Thee for our food. Away those types are cast, Yet let each hint that cheered the past, To God the Father, Son, [77] The Tenth Sunday after Trinity. I. O LORD! whate'er belongs to Thee, As things unhallowed treat. Thy Name no lip with jesting light, Thy word no ear neglectful slight, Thy house; may there no reckless foot Nor worldly toils or gauds pollute May no vain heart the servants spurn Lord, grant us grace each holy thing Of praise for Thee our Heavenly King, Thy Name, Thy word, Thy house, Thy day, Thy priests and rites divine, The honour for Thy sake we pay, That honour, Lord, is Thine. Thou seest the duteous heart when we To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Be honour, glory, blessing, power, Henceforth for evermore. [78] II. THE twelve holy men are gathered in prayer, They pass by the way to sight poor and mean: How glorious the train that streams to and fro ! The blind, dumb, halt, withered, by hundreds are seen, The prisoners of Satan lie chained where they go. O lay them but where the shadow may fall Of Christ's awful Saint, to prayer as he speeds: The mighty love token all fiends shall appal, A gale breathe from Eden assuaging all needs. Or bring where they lie Paul's girdle or vest: One touch and one word: the pain fleets away, The dark hour of frenzy is charmed into rest : The hem of Christ's garment all creatures obey. Christ is in His Saints; from Godhead made Man, The virtue goes out the whole world to bless. O'er lands parched and weary that shadow began To spread from th' Apostles, and ne'er shall grow less. Thee, Lord of Thy Saints, the Godhead made Man, The Spirit Who aids redemption's vast plan, The Eleventh Sunday after Trinity. I. The hymn, O Lord, turn not Thy face from me, used for Ash-Wednesday, will serve for the first hymn, if instead of the doxology there be used the following— To the One God Who heareth prayer, Son, Sire and Spirit Blest, For aid the Church shall still repair, In time of her unrest. II. AD TEMPLA. FROM the swaddling bands of night, O what a power was there! I When our God who gave His Son, When from the Eternal's hand Yet a goodlier world it stood In the light of rising morn, A Heaven beyond the skies. More, much more, in Jesu's face The image bodily we trace In Thy law, Blest Trinity, A torchlight sure and true, What Thou forbiddest may we flee, [80] |