THE SECOND DAY. AT MIDNIGHT. He spreadeth out the heavens like a curtain, and layeth the beams of His chambers in the waters, and maketh the clouds His chariot.-PSALM civ. "Dei canamus gloriam." GLORY to God on high, His tent along the sky, Heav'n's roof becomes a bed, In dewy drops descending. An image of the dower For them Thy love hath spared. C They drink that holy dew, Blest people, on whose land Then let us Thy great Name AT THE MATTINS. I love them that love Me; and those that seek Me early shall find Me.-PROV. viii. "Nil laudibus nostris eges." OUR praise Thou need'st not, but Thy love, Our Father and our Friend, Would have our prayers thus soar above, Thy secret judgments' depths profound The day, upon his golden round, The soul lost in astonishment Would speechless wonder fill, But in the ravish'd bosom pent, Feeble and faint she fain would tell Of our great Father's love, Tempering the ills that with us dwell, And pledging good above. Thither would our best thoughts aspire, But chains on us abide ; O quicken Thou our faint desire, And to Thy presence guide. AT THE VESPERS. Whom having not seen, ye love; in whom, though now ye see Him not, yet believing, ye rejoice with joy unspeakable and full of glory, receiving the end of your faith, even the salvation of your souls.-1 PETER i. "Jactamur heu, quot fluctibus." Now us with winds and waves at war A Father's help doth intervene, The o'erflowing water-floods between ; And grasping it grows bold. What ills conspire, and work our fear, The soul shall feel Thee standing near, To burst her servitude. And this vile body Thou shalt change, By pain and toil alone. Bless'd pain and toil, whose short-lived state A change so glorious doth await, And joys no thought can estimate: Who would not bear the short-lived pain To Him above, to Him below, |