Thou dost hate the haughty brow,
Simple souls dost love:

Grant Thy faith in us may grow,

Swelling thoughts remove.

Praise to God in earth and Heaven,

And to the Son be given,

Who built His Church on His own blood,
And Spirit ever good.

AT THE VESPERS.

With the heart man believeth unto righteousness, and with the mouth confession is made unto salvation: For the Scripture saith, Whosoever believeth on Him shall not be ashamed. For there is no difference between the Jew and the Greek; for the same Lord over all is rich unto all that call upon Him.-ROM. X.

"O fortis, O clemens Deus."

MERCIFUL and mighty Lord,
Author of the saving Word,
Unto us Thy faith afford.

Keep the germ in us alive,
Whence we all our strength derive,
'Mid serener skies to thrive.

Arms, and shield invincible,
In whose shelter guarded well,
We the fiery darts may quell.

Hence our prayers to Thee addrest, In that Name for ever blest,

'Neath whose shadow we find rest.

Let that Name reach Thee on high, Hear, and help us when we cry, Lest our lives that faith deny.

Father, Spirit, Son Divine,

Lit by Thee, as in a shrine,

Faith in the inmost heart doth shine.

THE SIXTH DAY.

AT MIDNIGHT.

Thou makest him to have dominion of the works of Thy hands and Thou hast put all things in subjection under His feet.-PSALM viii.

"Jam sanctius moves opus."

Now a holier work, O Lord,
Thou dost move,

Taking counsel with the Word
Of Thy love,

Of the new-born world a King,
And a Priest Thyself to sing.

Man is made, lit with the light
Of Thy breath,

He doth walk with day and night
Free from death,

And beneath the vaulted air,

Doth his Maker's image bear.

Where the bays of beauteous sea
Range around,

Earth with rock and mount and tree
Doth abound,

He shall reign a monarch true,
Paying Thee allegiance due.

Ah, how blind the reckless soul
Set on ill,

This one yoke the sole control
On his will;

Haughty dust doth nothing dread
E'en to God to lift his head.

Hence how great the dismal band
Of our woes,

While the world on either hand
Doth us close,

Christ, unless Thou bear us aid

Hope from guilty souls must fade!

Unto God who did us make

Low we bow,

To the Son who for our sake

Bore all woe,

And to Spirit from above,

By whose breath we live and move.

AT THE MATTINS.

O Lord, be gracious unto us: we have waited for Thee; be Thou their arm every morning, our salvation also in the time of trouble.-ISAIAH XXxiii.

"Ultricibus nos undique."

WHILE Thine avenging arrows fall
On every side,

Unto what mountains shall we call?
Where but in Thee for shelter hide?

The busy world with all her skill

Can nothing bring,

Her remedies foment the ill,

And but augment the secret sting.

But from Thy scourges which we fear

Our hopes arise,

The ills a Father bids us bear

Are of our wounds the remedies.

On our heart's lusts that rage and swell

Lay Thou the rein,

These the worst ills that with us dwell,

The ills Thou only canst restrain.