But, Lord, our hearts with holy peace,

And love, and concord, join; These are the fruits that certify That we are truly thine.

Eternal glory be ascribed

To God, who reigns above, By whom is sent into our souls The grace of holy love.

MATINS.

(Te principem summo, Deus. No. 21.)

OH! 'tis our duty, first of all,

To love the Lord most high:

And next we learn to keep the law

Of holy charity.

O Lord, our fellowship regard,
In thy great name begun ;
In number though we many be,
Yet all our hearts are one.

And faith is ours, and truth sincere,

And peace, and holy joy;
Oh, then, may no unholy strife,

This sacred love destroy!

But teach us, Lord, more strictly still,

This holy rule to keep:

With saints rejoicing to rejoice;

With weeping saints to weep.

Triune Jehovah! to thy name
Be endless glory given,

Who fashionest, with holy love,
The hearts of thine for heaven.

EVENSONG.

(O quàm juvat fratres, Deus. No. 22.)

O LORD, how joyful 'tis to see
The brethren join in love to thee:
On thee alone their heart relies,
Their only strength thy grace supplies.
How sweet within thy holy place
With one accord to sing thy grace,
Besieging thine attentive ear
With all the force of fervent prayer.

Oh, may we love the house of God,
Of peace and joy the blest abode !
Oh, may no angry strife destroy
That sacred peace, that holy joy!

The world without may rage, but we
Will only cling more close to Thee,

With hearts to Thee more wholly given,

More weaned from earth, more fixed on Heaven.

Lord, shower upon us from above

The sacred gift of mutual love :
Each other's wants may we supply,
And reign together in the sky.

WEDNESDAY.

NOCTURN.

(Miramur, O Deus, tuæ. No. 23.)

THE Wonders of th' Almighty hand
Devoutly we admire,

Inscribed upon the vault above
In characters of fire.

The sun is ruler of the day,

The moon controls the night;
The starry hosts adorn the sky
With varied streams of light.

This ruler of the day must set,
And hide his dazzling rays,
The moon and starry hosts observe
Their own appointed days.

Thus still revolves each orb of light,
Now hidden, now displayed:
Thou, Lord, for ever art the same;
Thy mercy knows no shade.

Oh! fear not, doubt not, that our God
Hath all a father's care;

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,
And thou wilt keep the same:
This promise, Lord, at early morn
In earnest prayer we claim.

Man, faithless man, the promise breaks
His guileful lips have made;

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,
On which our hearts rely,
And look beyond these mean abodes,
To dwellings in the sky.

Yes, hope already claims her seat
Beside th' eternal throne,

Tastes all the streams of Paradise,
And counts them for her own.

O ever-blessed Trinity,

Thou source of endless grace, The hope of glory through thy love May we with joy embrace!

EVENSONG.

(Horres superbos, nec tuam. No. 25.)

O God, the hateful pride of man
Shall not usurp thy praise :
Yet arrogance too oft presumes
Her shameless front to raise.

Too oft, through man's ingratitude,
Thy blessings cease to flow;
And thus, upon the withered heart,
No fruits of love can grow.

But we, like faithful servants, bent
To know their Master's will,
Will never turn our eyes away
From thy celestial hill.

And, oh! if thou delay to send
The long-expected aid,

Yet hope remains, an anchor strong,
On which our souls are stayed.

The Father, and the eternal Son,
Our praises shall employ;
Who sends the Holy Ghost to be
A pledge of future joy.