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The Twelfth Sunday after Trinity.

I.

SINE SUB ALTO VERTICE.

FROM thundering skies at Sinai's rock
Of old the law was given,

And trumpet loud and lightnings spoke
The present God of Heaven.

But now He loves with temper'd might,
Our human flesh to take,
And beaming on our feeble sight,
With milder rays to break.

Engraved on stone, the law defined
Rules, but no strength conveyed;
Writ on the heart the Gospel joined
Its rules with power to aid.

This was by voice and faithful pen,
This by the lives revealed,
Answering the voice of sainted men,
And by their life-blood sealed.

O Thou, by Whose Good Spirit taught,
The words of life they bear,
Plant Thou their records in our thought,
And ever root them there.

So be, Thrice Holy God, to Thee,
Whose voice from shades of night,
Called us Thy glory's beams to see,
High praise and sovereign might.

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II.

The hymn, Awful is the priestly state, used for the Second Sunday after Easter, will serve for the second hymn for this day.

The Thirteenth Sunday after Trinity.

The hymn, Thou first and chief, used for the First Sunday after Trinity, will serve for the first hymn, and Plunged in a gulf, used for the second hymn for Easter-Even, will serve for this day.

The Fourteenth Sunday after Trinity.

The hymn, Lord, Whose love, used for the Third Sunday after Epiphany, will serve for the first hymn, and the hymn, Creator Spirit, used for Whit-Sunday, will serve for the second hymn for this day.

The Fifteenth Sunday after Trinity.

I.

The hymn, The earth, O Lord, used for the Seventh Sunday after Trinity, will serve for the first hymn.

II.

WHEN I survey the wondrous Cross,
On which the Prince of Glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.

Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the Cross of Christ my God,
All the vain things which charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.

See from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down,
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were an offering far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,

Demands my soul, my life, my all.

To God the Blessed Three in One,
From every soul all glory be,

Crown, Lord, Thy Servants who have won, Through Thee the Cross's victory.

Or,

CANST thou, O Christian soul, forget,
That thy whole life is one long debt
Of love to Him that on the Tree,
Offered the flesh He took for thee?

This Tree of life wilt thou despise,
Or not to it lift up thine eyes,

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Whose fruit shall heal thy deadly wound,
Quicken, restore, and make thee sound?

O how canst thou from hence depart,
And not to Him lift up thine heart;
To Him Who here did conquering tread,
On the vile serpent's cursed head?

Lo! how the streams of precious blood
Flow from five wounds into one flood,
With these He washes all thy stains,
And buys thy ease with His sharp pains.

Thy wonders who can then declare ?
Or what with thee, blest Tree, compare?
Oh, may aloft thy branches shoot,
And heal all nations with thy fruit!

Live, Oh, for ever live and reign,
Blest Lamb, Whom Thine Own love has slain,
And may Thy lost sheep live to be
True lovers of Thy Cross and Thee!

Oh, may we reap from Thine increase
The just more grace, and sinners peace;
And though we dead and withered be,
Yet make the dead to grow on Thee!

All glory to the Sacred Three,
One undivided Deity!

As it was in the ages gone,

May now, and ever hence be done.

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The Sixteenth Sunday after Trinity.

I.

WHEN our heads are bowed with woe,

When our bitter tears o'erflow;

When we mourn the lost, the dear,

Gracious Son of Mary, hear.

Thou our throbbing flesh hast worn,
Thou our mortal griefs hast borne,

Thou hast shed the human tear :
God the Son, O Jesu, hear!

When the sullen death-bell tolls
For our own departed souls;
When our final doom is near,
Gracious Son of Mary, hear!

Thou hast bowed the dying head;
Thou the blood of life hast shed;
Thou hast filled a mortal bier;
God the Son, O Jesu, hear!

When the heart is sad within,
With the thought of all its sin;
When the spirit shrinks with fear,
Gracious Son of Mary, hear!

Thou the shame, the grief hast known,
Though the sins were not Thine own,
Thou hast deign'd their load to bear,
God the Son, O Jesu, hear!

Son of Mary, unto Thee,
Son of God we bow the knee,

Father, Son, and Spirit blest,
One True God by all confess'd.

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11.

WHEN man in sin's wild maze was lost,
And on impetuous billows toss'd,

While Hope its cheering ray denies,
Lo! God His vast compassion shows,
His dear and only Son bestows,
Who for our safety freely dies.

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