AT THE VESPERS.

Whether one member suffer, all the members suffer with it; or one member be honoured, all the members rejoice with it: now ye are the body of Christ, and members in particular.-1 COR. Xii.

"O quam juvat fratres, Deus."

How sweet it is to see

Brethren in unity,

The body, through whose veins
Christ's lowly spirit reigns,

Which lives and moves in Him alone.

How sweet one voice to raise
All in one house of praise,
Besieging heav'n's high tower
With prayer's assailing power-
Sweet force, whereby e'en God is won.

Be it from Thee above
That holy house to love;
Be peace for ever there,

And nothing e'er draw near
That shall disturb that union.

Woe unto such! but they
Who love Thee and obey,

Shall find earth's trials rude,

Turn to their during good,

While foes but aid and help them on.

Far worse fell flattery's tongue,

In soft persuasion strong,

Which, with its pleasing wiles,

Its willing prey beguiles,

And makes the thoughtless heart its own.

Grant us, blest Trinity,

The love which flows from Thee,

That we on this our road

May bear each other's load,

And reign together round Thy throne.

THE FOURTH DAY.

AT MIDNIGHT.

The day is Thine, and the night is Thine. Thou hast prepared the light and the sun.-PSALM lxxiv.

"Miramur, O Deus, tuæ."

O God, we behold how Thy wondrous might
Hath hung with new works the vast infinite,
How, writ by Thy hand, 'mid the glimmering stars,
It shineth from far in strange characters.

The sun builds the day for his chamber bright, The white moon sits on the throne of night, While the stars all around like her army appear, And through the blue dark marshal here and there.

The sun, though he walks the broad heav'ns alone,
Knows his rising well and his going down;
The moon and her host they come and they go,
And silent and still to Thine ordering bow.

On the noiseless wheel of a whirlwind borne,
They carry away and they bring the morn;
These changes amid that around Thee dwell,
Thou art alone the Unchangeable.

Then why should the soul like a wave be driven,
If her anchor rests on the depth of Heaven?
If she make Thee here her healing and health,
She shall have in Thee her eternal wealth.

Great God, at whose will o'er the silent heart
The sunshine or shade do come or depart,
All glory to Thee: in Thee we repose,

And leave on Thy breast our sadness and woes.

AT THE MATTINS.

In the way of Thy judgments, O Lord, have we waited for Thee; the desire of our soul is to Thy name and to the remembrance of Thee; with my soul have I desired Thee in the night; yea, with my spirit within me will I seek Thee early.-Is. xxvi.

"Promittis, et servas datam."

THY promise, Lord, is our sure stay,

Thy faith immoveable,

To Thee we turn at dawning day,

To Thee our wants we tell.

Man's promise in the hour of need
Frail as himself is found,

Which fails, and like the broken reed,
The leaning hand doth wound.

Blessed is he who in Thy breast
Himself doth wholly hide,

No whirlwind's power shall break their rest
Who in that Rock abide.

Lest our hearts fail, Thy hand shall hold

With sacramental ties;

Hope on the mighty pledge made bold
To endless good shall rise-

Springs to Thy throne on mercy's gleam,

And casts aside her care,

And drinks of the celestial stream

Which flows for ever there.

Of grace, adored Trinity,
The everlasting spring,

Sole hope of safety, unto Thee

With our whole heart we cling.

D