Fourteenth

Sunday after Trinity.

But the greatest of these is Charity.

1 COR. xiii. 13.

GREAT mover of all hearts, whose hand

Doth all the secret springs command

Of human thought and will,

Thou, since the world was made, dost bless

Thy Saints with fruits of holiness,

Their order to fulfil.

Faith, Hope, and Love, here weave one chain,

But Love alone shall then remain,

When this short day is gone:

O love, O truth, O endless light,

When shall we see thy sabbath bright,
With all our labours done!

We sow 'mid perils here, and tears;
There, the glad hand the harvest bears,
Which here in grief hath sown.

O Lord our God, the increase give,

And these Thy gifts, by which we live,
With heavenly glory crown!

Collect.

He that now goeth on his way weeping, and beareth forth good seed: shall doubtless come again with joy, and bring his sheaves with him.

PSALM CXxvi. 7.

Casting all your care upon Him; for He careth for you. 1 PET. V. 7.

O LORD! how happy should we be
If we could cast our care on Thee,

If we from self could rest;
And feel at heart, that One above
In perfect wisdom, perfect love,
Is working for the best.

How far from this our daily life!
Ever disturbed by anxious strife,
By sudden, wild alarms;
O could we but relinquish all

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Our earthly props, and simply fall
On Thy Almighty arms!

Could we but kneel, and cast our load,
E'en while we pray, upon our God,

Then rise with lightened cheer,

Sure that the Father, who is nigh
To still the famished raven's cry,
Will hear in that we fear.

We cannot trust Him as we should,
So chafes fallen nature's restless mood
To cast its peace away;

Yet birds and flow'rets round us preach,
And all, the present evil, teach,
Sufficient for the day.

Lord, make these faithless hearts of ours Such lessons learn from birds and flowers, Make them from self to cease,

Leave all things to a Father's will,

And taste, before Him lying still,
E'en in affliction, peace.

Gospel.

Thou shalt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is

stayed on Thee.

ISAIAH XXVi. 3.

And you hath He quickened, who were dead in trespasses and sins.

EPH. ii. 1.

WHEN Christ to village comes or town
With priests that on Him wait,
The Church her living dead lays down
Before Him in the gate.

For whoso know His will and yet
Have stolen, sworn, or lied,

In His dread book their sin is set,
That hour, to Him, they died.

What if thou be but young in

years,

A boy, or simple maid,
Yet in His sight thy soul appears
A corse for burial laid.