AT THE MATTINS.

Blessing, and glory, and wisdom, and thanksgiving, and honour, and power, and might, be unto our God, for ever and Amen.-REV. vii.

ever.

"O luce quæ tuâ lates."

O THOU, who hidden art in Thine own light,
Blessed, for ever blessed Trinity,

We Thy great name confess,
And trembling seek to know!

O Father, holiest of most holy, Thou!
Thou God of very God, eternal Son!
And Thou, in chain of love,
Great Spirit, binding all!

The Father doth Himself behold entire,
From Him the offspring is coeval born :
And from both, in life-giving love,
God doth Himself proceed.

In God the Son the Father is entire ;
The Son entire in God the Father is;
In Father and the Son

The Spirit is entire.

Such as the Son, e'en such the Spirit is,

And such as either such the Father is ; In Verity Three-One,

Three-One in Charity.

HYMNS ON THE HOLY EUCHARIST.

I appoint unto you a kingdom, as My Father hath appointed nto Me, that ye may eat and drink at My table in My kingdom -LUKE Xxii.

"Sacris solemniis juncta sint gaudia."

SOLEMN rites arise to view,

Dread our joy to-day;

All things are becoming new,

Old things pass away:

New must all things hence proceed,

Heart, and tongue, and deed;
From the Spirit's inmost shrine,
Awful, deep, divine.

When on that immortal even,

Ever known again,

The unleavened bread was given,
And the lamb was slain :

And, as holy writ hath told,
In dim type of old,

Ate they the dread sacrifice,
Girt for great emprize:

To each body, to each soul,
Gave He then the bread;
On Himself in spirit whole,
Each and all were fed :

Then the cup which souls shall save
Unto all He gave ;

Cup of everlasting bliss, "Drink ye all of this!"

Awful rite, angelic food,

By which dead men live; Christ's Priests to the multitude,

He to them doth give.

Miracle, o'erwhelming thought,

Ever newly-wrought;

Man, a poor vile slave-made free—

Eateth of Divinity!

Triune God, as we adore,

So be Thou our Guest;

On Thy paths for evermore
Lead us to Thy rest.

From our gloom to infinite
Everlasting light;

From our loud tumultuous round
To Thy calm profound.

I am the Bread of Life: He that cometh to Me shall never hunger; and He that believeth on Me shall never thirst.JOHN vi.

"Verbum supernum prodiens."

THE Word, who ever sits at God's right hand, From the bright houses of eternity,

Went forth unto His work

At solemn eventide.

As time drew near that His own chosen friend

Should yield Him up to envious enemies,
He gave Himself, e'en like

An offer'd sacrifice,