SUNDAYS AFTER TRINITY:

Sun and shield alike Thou art, Guide and guard my erring heart: Grace and glory flow from Thee; Shower, O shower them, Lord, on me. Amen.

390 Lo, God is here: let us adore, And own how dreadful is this place:

Let all within us feel His power, And silent bow before His face: Who know His power, His grace who [ love. Serve Him with awe, with reverence Lo, God is here: Him day and night

prove,

The united choirs of angels sing; To Him, enthroned above all height, Heaven's host their noblest praises bring.

Disdain not, Lord, our meaner song, Who praise Thee with a stammering tongue.

Gladly the toys of earth we leave, Wealth, pleasure, fame for Thee alone;

To Thee our will, soul, flesh we give, Oh take, oh seal them for Thine

own;

Thou art the God: Thou art the Lord: Be Thou by all Thy works adored. Being of beings, may our praise Thy courts with grateful fragrance

fill;

Still may we stand before Thy face Still hear and do Thy sovereign will; To Thee may all our thoughts arise, Ceaseless, accepted sacrifice. Amen.

391 BLESSED city, heavenly Salem, Vision dear of peace and love,

Who of living stones up- builded Art the joy of heaven above, And, with angel cohorts circied, As a bride to earth dost move. Bright thy gates of pearl are shining: They are open evermore. And by virtue of His merits

Thither faithful souls may soar, Who for Christ's dear name in this world

Pain and tribulation bore.

Many a blow and biting sculpture Polish'd well those stones elect, In their places now compacted

By the heavenly Architect, Who therewith hath will'd for ever That His palace should be deck'd. Christ is made the sure Foundation, Christ the Head and Corner- stone, Chosen of the Lord, and precious, Binding all the church in one, Holy Zion's help for ever, And her confidence alone. 94

To this temple, where we call Theo, Come, O Lord of hosts, to- day; With Thy wonted loving- kindness Hear Thy people as they pray; And Thy fullest benediction

Shed within its walls alway. Here vouchsafe to all Thy servants What they supplicate to gain, Here to have and hold for ever What they through Thy grace obtain And hereafter in Thy glory

With Thy blessèd ones to reign.

Amen.

392 Nor unto us, but Thee, O Lord, Be praise and glory given, For every gracious thought and word, Which brings us nearer heaven! Thy saints are in Thy faithful hand, Secure beneath Thine eye; And safe, at last, they all shall stand, Before Thy throne on high.

Redeem'd from sin, and saved by Thy glory they shall see; [ grace, And eye to eye, and face to face, For ever dwell with Thee. Oh hasten, Lord, the glorious day: Call all Thy children home; Teach us, with humble hope, to say, Lord Jesus, quickly come. Amen. 393 HOLY off'rings, rich and rare, Offerings of praise and Purer life and purpose high,[ prayer, Claspèd hands, uplifted eye, Lowly acts of adoration

To the God of our salvation­On His altar laid we leave them: Christ, present them; God, receive them.

Promises in sorrow made, Left, alas, too long unpaid: Fervent wishes, earnest thought, Never into action wrought­Long withheld, we now restore them, On Thy holy altar pour them. There in trembling faith to leave them, [ them. Christ, present them; God, receive Brighter joys and tenderer tears, Fonder faith, more faithful fears, Lowlier penitence tor sin,

More of Christ our souls within; Love which, when its life was newer, Burnt within us deeper, truer­Lost too long, while we deplore them, Jesus, plead for; God, restore them. Beamings of a Father's face, Overflowing gifts of grace, More of that deep consciousness Of a changeless will to bless, Which bestows the best assurance Of eternal Love's endurance­Lost too often, we deplore them: Jesus, plead for; God, restore there.