A Hymn to our Saviour Jesus.

JESUS, the only thought of Thee,
With sweetness fills my breast;

But sweeter far it is to see,

And on Thy beauty feast.

No sound, nor harmony so gay,
Can art or music frame;

No thoughts can reach, no words can say,
The sweets of Thy blest name.

Jesus, our hope, when we repent,
Sweet source of all our grace;
Sole comfort in our banishment,
Oh, what when face to face!
Jesus, that name inspires my mind,
With springs of life and light;
More than I ask in Thee I find,
And lavish in delight.

No art or eloquence of man,
Can tell the joys of love;
Only the saints can understand,
What they in Jesus prove.

Thee then I'll seek, retir'd apart,
From world and business free;

When these shall knock, I'll shut my heart,

And keep it all for Thee.

Before the morning light I'll come
With Magdalen to find,

In sighs and tears, my Jesu's tomb,

And there refresh mind.

My tears

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My sighs the garden fill;

Then at his feet myself I'll throw,
And there I'll seek his will.

Jesus, in Thy blest steps I'll tread,
And walk in all Thy ways;
I'll never cease to weep and plead,
Till I'm restored to grace.
O King of love, Thy blessed fire
Does such sweet flames excite;
That first it raises the desire,
Then fills it with delight.

Thy lovely presence shines so clear
Through every sense and way,

That souls which once have seen Thee near,
See all things else decay.

Come then, dear Lord, possess my heart, Chase thence the shades of night; Come, pierce it with Thy flaming dart, And ever shining light.

Then I'll for ever Jesus sing,

And with the saints rejoice;

And both my heart and tongue shall bring
Their tribute to my dearest King,
In never-ending joys. Amen.

The Seven Penitential Psalms.

The Antiphon.

REMEMBER not, O Lord, our offences, nor those of our parents, neither take Thou vengeance of our sins.

I. The 6th Psalm.

LORD, rebuke me not in Thy fury, nor chastise me in Thine anger.

Have mercy on me, Lord, because I am weak: heal me, Lord, for all my bones are troubled.

And my soul is troubled exceedingly: but Thou, O Lord, how long?

Turn, O Lord, and deliver my soul; save me for Thy mercy's sake. Because there is none amongst the dead who is mindful of

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Thee; and who shall confess unto Thee in hell?

I have laboured with groaning; every night I will wash my bed, I will water my couch with tears.

Mine eyes are troubled through fury; I have grown old amongst all mine enemies.

Depart from me, all ye that work iniquity; because the Lord has heard the voice of my weeping.

The Lord hath heard my petition; the Lord hath received my prayer.

Let all mine enemies be ashamed and very much troubled. Let them be turned back

and ashamed speedily.

Glory be to the Father, &c.

II. The 31st Psalm.

BLESSED are they whose iniquities are forgiven, and whose sins are covered.

Blessed is the man to whom the Lord hath not imputed sin, neither is there guile in his spirit.

Because I held my peace, my bones are grown old, whilst I cry all the day.

Because day and night Thy hand was heavy upon me: I am converted in my anguish, whilst the thorn is stuck in me.

I have made my sins known unto Thee: and my injustice I have not hid.

I said, Against myself I will confess my injustice to the Lord: and Thou hast forgiven the impiety of my sin.

For this shall every holy one pray to Thee in a seasonable time.

Certainly in the deluge of many waters, they shall not approach to him.

Thou art my refuge from the tribulation which hath surrounded me: my joy, deliver me from them that environ me.

I will give thee understanding, and I will instruct thee in the way that thou shalt go: I will settle mine eyes upon thee.

Do not become as the horse and mule, which have no understanding.

With bit and bridle bind fast the jaws of those who do not approach to Thee.

Many are the scourges of a sinner; but mercy shall environ him that hopeth in the Lord.

Be joyful in the Lord, and rejoice, ye just; and glory, all ye right of heart.

Glory be to the Father, &c.