The sinful Adam's sinless Son

The weight of crimes He had not done, Willing He bore, to show the path

Where guilt may flee from wrath.

Joseph, in thy lorn poverty

Is writ a lesson clear, that we,
Though having nothing, yet have all
If Christ be at our call.

To God the Father praise be given,
To Spirit praise, who dwells in Heaven,
And praise to Him who became poor

That we might find the door.

ST. PHILIP AND ST. JAMES'S DAY.

AT THE FIRST VESPERS.

Their seed shall be known among the Gentiles, and their offspring among the people: all that see them shall acknowledge them, that they are the seed which the Lord hath blessed.ISAIAH Ixi.

"Dum morte victor obrutâ."

WHEN from Death's chambers Christ triumphant

rose,

To you His glorious form did He disclose;

Ye watch'd Him laid in the cold-bosom'd grave,—
Ye witness'd thence His rising strong to save :
Whom 'twas given above the rest
Round His person to be blest,
His divinest ways beholding,

When, celestial things unfolding,

He of the Kingdom spoke that should arise,

And His death-agonies.

Ah, love shrinks back to hear of His sad pains, Needs must He die that He may burst Death's chains;

He dies, for very man the earth He trod;
He rose, to show that He is very God.
Train us, Lord, and teach us so

That we may the Father know,
Till to the Faith-cleans'd eye is given
Mysteries to read of Heav'n;

Give us to know what is from sight conceal'd,
And love what is reveal'd.

Lord, grant us here daily with Thee to die,
Where all vexation is and vanity,

That we on earth from earthly things may rise,

And have with Thee our life beyond the skies.
And for ever sing of Thee,
Holy, holy, holy Three,
Never ending, ne'er begun,
Father, Spirit, holy Son,
Who hath burst our prison-bars,

And leads us to the stars.

AT MIDNIGHT.

He stretched forth His hand toward His disciples, and said, Behold, My mother and My brethren! For whosoever shall do the will of My Father which is in Heaven, the same is My brother, and sister, and mother.-MATT. xii.

"Prædicta Christi mors adest."

Now the hour is drawing near
Which your Master shall remove;
Little children, do not fear,

He shall not forego His love;
With the banner'd cross unfurl'd,

Fear no tumults of the world.

When He wills, the parting storm
Shall an azure sky disclose;

Thence shall stoop joy's deathless form
Smiling on your vanish'd woes;
While the world's brief pleasures flow
To the sea of endless woe.

He who as a Brother died,

And in the cold grave below Laid Him by His brethren's side, He shall hence before you go, And take you with Him to dwell In Godhead unapproachable.

May we here, Lord, die with Thee, And with Thy true wisdom wise, Put on immortality,

Having treasure in the skies, Where all things with one accord Sing the Triune holy Lord.