Though far in space and time apart,
One Spirit sways you all;
And we in those blest characters
Hear now that living call.

Glory to God, the Three in One,
All glory be to Thee,

Who from our darkness callest us
Thy glorious light to see.

AT THE MATTINS.

Out of Sion hath God appeared in perfect beauty. Our God shall come and shall not keep silence.-PSALM 1.

"Sinæ sub alto vertice."

WHEN from the mount the Law was given

Sinai with terrors rang;

Thunderings, and darkness lightning-riven,
And the loud trumpet's clang,

Confess'd our present God come down from
Heav'n.

Through fleshly veil, in gentler light,

And temper'd Deity,

He loves, in pity infinite,
To lay His terrors by,

Fitting His glories to our weaker sight.

That, rock-engraven, firm and true,
Gave but the stern command;
This, heart-impress'd, for ever new,

And writ not with the hand,

Doth give with the command the power to do.

In silent characters that stood;

These, with a gentle sway,

With living voice and actions good,

Themselves first led the way,

And sealed with the seal of their own blood.

O Thou, who didst Thy saints incline

The words of life to bear,

Prepare our souls to be Thy shrine,

And with Thy finger there

Write Thine own laws in characters Divine.

Train Thou us, Lord, with Thee to die,
That we from death may rise,

Our steps on earth, our hearts on high,

Our treasure in the skies,

Where God Triune doth reign for ever nigh.

COMMEMORATION OF A MARTYR.

AT THE FIRST VESPERS.

Have not I commanded thee? be strong and of a good courage: be not afraid, neither be thou dismayed, for the Lord thy God is with thee whithersoever thou goest.-JOSHUA i.

"Ex quo salus mortalium."

OUR Lord the path of suffering trod,
And since His sacred blood hath flowed,
"Tis meet that man should yield to God
The life he owed.

No shame to own the Crucified,

Nay, 'tis our immortality

That we confess our God who died,

And for Him die.

Fill'd with this thought with patient smile
Threat'ning and death he doth withstand,
Fights, Lord, Thy cause, and leans the while
Upon Thine hand.

Seeing above the golden crown,

Into death's arms he willing goes; Dying, he conquers death; o'erthrown, O'erthrows his foes.

Thus one doth vanquish strong-arm'd bands,
And o'er his torturers mightier rise,
"Till e'en the judge astonish'd stands
With awe-struck eyes.

Lord, make us thine own soldiers true,
That we may gain the spirit pure,
And for Thy Name, Thy Cross in view,
All things endure.

Eternal Father of the Word,

Eternal Son, we Thee adore,

Eternal Spirit, God and Lord,
For evermore.