HOLY spirit, heavenly dove,

Holy spirit, hear us;

Breath of life, and fire of love,

We beseech Thee, hear us; Source of strength, of love and peace,

Patience, pureness,

Hope and joy that cannot cease,
Holy spirit, hear us.

We Thy call have disobeyed,
Holy spirit, hear us;

Into paths of sin have strayed

We beseech Thee, hear us:

All our evil passions kill,

Though we grieve Thee: Bend aright our stubborn will,

Holy spirit, hear us.

Sick, we come to Thee for cure,

Holy Spirit hear us:

Evil, long to be made pure,

We beseech Thee, hear us:

Blind, we pray that we may see, Father, lead us :

Bound, we pray to be made free,
Holy spirit, hear us.

Keep us in the narrow way,
Holy spirit, hear us:

Warn us, when we go astray,

We beseech Thee, hear us: Holy, loving as Thou art,

Do not leave us :

And from the strife of tongues away, Ere toil begins, to meet and pray For blessings on the coming day.Alleluia.

And night by night, for evermore
Again with blended voice to pour
Deep thanks for mercies gone before.
Alleluia.

Be Thou O Lord, our morning light,
That we may go forth to the fight
With strength renewed, and armour
bright.
Alleluia.

And when our daily work is o'er,
And sins and weakness we deplore,
O be Thou then our Light once more.
Alleluia.

Light of the world! with us abide,
And to Thyself our footsteps guide,
At morn,
and noon, and eventide .
Alleluia. AMEN.

Bp. W. W. How. (1823-).

GREENPORT. C. M. D. Slowly.

S. Thalberg (1812-1871).

For not in far-off realms of space

The Spir-it hath its throne; In

69. 0 that I knew where I might find Him.
Go not, my soul, in search of Him,
Thou wilt not find Him there,—
Or in the depths of shadow dim,

Or heights of upper air.
For not in far-off realms of space
The Spirit hath its throne;
In every heart it findeth place

And waiteth to be known.

Thought answereth alone to thought,
And Soul with soul hath kin:
The outward God he findeth not
Who finds not God within.
And if the vision come to thee

Revealed by inward sign,
Earth will be full of Deity

And with His glory shine!

O gift of gifts, O grace of grace,
That God should condescend

To make thy heart His dwelling-place
And be thy daily Friend!

I LITTLE See, I little know,
Yet can I fear no ill:

He who hath guided me till now,
Will be my leader still.

No burden yet was on me laid
Of trouble or of care,

But He my trembling step hath stayed,
And given me strength to bear.

I came not hither of my will,
Or wisdom of mine own:
That higher Power upholds me still,
And still must bear me on.

I knew not of this wondrous earth,
Nor dreamed what blessings lay
Beyond the gates of human birth,
To glad my future way.

And what beyond this life may be
As little I divine,-

What love may wait to welcome me,
What fellowships be mine.

I know not what beyond may lie,
But look, in humble faith,

Into a larger life to die

And find new birth in death.

Upon His providence I lean,
As lean in faith I must;
The lesson of my life hath been
A heart of grateful trust.
And so my onward way I fare,
With happy heart and calm,
And mingle with my daily care
The music of my psalm.

Rev. F. L. Hosmer.

71.
"The kingdom of God-it is righteousness."
LORD! when through sin I wander,
So very far from Thee,

I think in some far country
Thy sinless home must be;

But when, with heartfelt sorrow I pray Thee to forgive,

Thy pardon is so perfect

That in Thy heaven I live.

That heav'n, Lord, so surrounds me,
That when I do the right,
The saddest path of duty

Is lightened by its light.

I know not what its glories
Before Thy throne must be,
But here Thy smiling presence
Is heav'n on earth to me.

To love the right and do it,
Is to my heart so sweet,
It makes the path of duty

A shining golden street;
Give me Thy strength, O Father,
To choose this path each day,
Then heav'n within, about me
Shall compass all my way.

Charles Smith. (1844--)

HOLY TRINITY. C. M.

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Joseph Barnby. (1838-), 1861.

72.

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Help

Prayer for Help.

O HELP US, Lord; each hour of need
Thy heavenly succor give;
Help us in thought, and word, and deed,

Each hour on earth we live!

O help us when our spirits bleed,
With contrite anguish sore;
And when our hearts are cold and dead,
O help us, Lord, the more!

O help us, through the prayer of faith,
More firmly to believe;
For still, the more the servant hath,
The more shall he receive.

O help us, Father, from on high,
We know no help but Thee!
O help us so to live and die,
As Thine in heaven to be!

73.

Dean Milman. 1791 - 1868.

The True Petition.

O bond of union, strong and deep! O bond of perfect peace!

And our confessions pour, Teach us to feel the sins we own, And hate what we deplore. Our contrite spirits pitying see; True penitence impart ; Then let a healing ray from Thee Beam hope on every heart.

If we but hold to this.

Then, Jesus, be Thy spirit ours;
And swift our feet shall move
To deeds of pure self-sacrifice,
And the sweet tasks of love.

Rev. Samuel Longfellow. (1819-),