WEDNESDAY. NOCTURN. (Miramur, O Deus, tuæ. No. 23.) THE wonders of th' Almighty hand The sun is ruler of the day, The moon controls the night; This ruler of the day must set, Thus still revolves each orb of light, Oh! fear not, doubt not, that our God With joy to heaven your hearts uplift, For endless joys are there. All glory to the Three in One, The God of joy and peace, Who comforts those who trust to Him, And bids their sorrows cease. MATINS. (Promittis, et servas datam. No. 24.) A FAITHFUL promise thou hast made, Man, faithless man, the promise breaks Like broken reeds, which pierce the hand That trusts their treach'rous aid. Blessed, then, are they who can repose Entirely on thy breast; No tempest-shock shall e'er prevail To shake them from their rest. For thou hast sworn a sacred oath, Yes, hope already claims her seat O ever-blessed Trinity, Thou source of endless grace, The hope of glory through thy love May we with joy embrace! 22 EVENSONG. (Horres superbos, nec tuam. No. 25.) O GOD, the hateful pride of man Too oft, through man's ingratitude, But we, like faithful servants, bent To know their Master's will, And, oh! if thou delay to send Yet hope remains, an anchor strong, The Father, and the eternal Son, THURSDAY. NOCTURN. (Tisdem creati fluctibus. No. 26.) THE deep a two-fold offspring bore, The birds, that skim the liquid air, But God provides far other food Faith, resting on the blood of Christ, Till sinners, through the vanquished world, By faith the saints of old were taught The lion's wrath to tame; A tyrant's threatenings to despise, And, oh! may we by faith discern To God the Father, God the Son, All glory be from saints on earth, MATINS. (Dignas quis O Deus tibi. No. 27.) OH, how can worthy praises, Lord, The faith we need to serve thee well, That faith which sanctifies the heart, No pompous rites can e'er atone For want of grace within: The secret prayer, the lowly sigh, For then the heart and lips can join, O Thou, who dost the proud abhor, To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, |