AT THE VESPERS.

"The God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, that ye may abound in hope, through the power of the Holy Ghost.-Rom. XV.

"Horres superbos, nec tuam."

THOU dost, Lord, abhor the proud;

To the arrogant and loud

Thou hast ne'er the praise allow'd
Which is Thine alone.

Thankless souls that will not pray
Turn Thy gracious stream away,
And like wither'd grass decay
'Neath the scorching noon.

As the servant's earnest gaze
Keeps his master's hand and ways,
So our eyes we ever raise

To Thy Sion's throne.

And shouldst Thou the gift withhold,
Yet to Thee the full heart told,
Hope shall on her anchor hold,

And await the boon.

Glory be to God on high,

To the Son who came to die, To the Spirit ever nigh, Sealing us His own.

THE FIFTH DAY.

AT MIDNIGHT.

These wait all upon Thee; that Thou mayest give them meat in due season.-PSALM civ.

"Iisdem creati fluctibus."

THE fish in wave, and bird on wing,
From self-same waters spring,
And both in death their being give
That man may live.

The soul doth other food require,

Born of celestial fire,

The Word her sustenance, and Faith
Her vital breath.

From blood of Christ that Faith had birth,
And then went forth on earth,

And hath the nations, with kind sway,
Taught to obey.

It is a light in spirits clear,

Which brings the calm heav'ns near, And kindles into glorious deeds

Eternal seeds.

Through faith the saints have lions quell'd,
And kings by wrath impell'd,
And welcom'd with a peaceful smile
The blazing pile.

Grant, Lord, that we the path may tread
Whereon this light is shed;
And gather fruits of love that throng
That path along.

To God the Father be all praise,

To God the Son always,

And God the Spirit we adore
For evermore.

AT THE MATTINS.

Ye are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, an holy nation; a peculiar people; that ye should shew forth the praises of Him who hath called you out of darkness into His marvellous light.1 PET. ii.

"Dignus quis, O Deus, tibi."

LORD, who worthy songs of praise
Shall unto Thee repay?
Scattering darkness with Thy rays,
Thou shew'st salvation's way.
Faith which doth from Thee proceed,
To Thy blest courts shall lead,
Shall bid the soul's delusions fly,
And raise our hearts on high.

If Thy Spirit be not there,
No holy rite is sweet;
Secret hearts to Thee might bear
A sacrifice more sweet;
Voice with heart, in union true,

Shall pay her tribute due,

And from the mouth, for utterance freed,

Shall saving truth proceed.