The fulness of the Godhead dwell,

The Father's glory shine.

Then murmuring unbelief, be dumb-
Hark! the great Prophet's accents come,
The Spirit unconfined!

Yes, from the second Temple burst

Sounds of more love than filled the first,

Sounds of redeemed mankind!

First Lesson. Morning.

Lord, now lettest Thou Thy servant depart in peace, for mine

eyes have seen Thy salvation.

ST. LUKE ii. 29, 30.

Prepare to meet thy God.

AMOS iv. 12.

GREAT God! what do I see and hear!

The end of things created!

The Judge of mankind doth appear

On clouds of glory seated!

The trumpet sounds: the graves restore
The dead which they contained before ;-
Prepare, my soul, to meet Him!

The dead in Christ shall first arise,
At the last trumpet sounding;
Caught up to meet Him in the skies,
With joy their Lord surrounding.
No gloomy fears their souls dismay,
His presence sheds eternal day

On those prepared to meet Him!

But sinners filled with guilty fears

Behold His wrath prevailing,

For they shall rise, and find their tears
And sighs are unavailing.

The day of grace is past and gone :
Trembling, they stand before the throne
All unprepared to meet Him!

Great God! what do I see and hear!
The end of things created!
The Judge of mankind doth appear
On clouds of glory seated!

Low at His Cross I view the day

When Heaven and earth shall pass away,
And thus prepare to meet Him.

Gospel.

For there is none other name under Heaven given among

men, whereby we must be saved.

ACTS iv. 12.

Thou coveredst it with the deep like as with a garment.

PSALM Civ. 6.

THOU spakest, and the waters roll'd
Back from the earth away,

They fled by Thy strong voice controll'd
Till Thou didst bid them stay:

Then did that mighty rushing ocean
Like a tame creature cease its motion,
Nor dared to pass where'er Thy Hand
Had fixed its bound of slender sand.

And freshly risen from out the deep
The land lay tranquil now,
Like a new christened child asleep,
With the dew upon its brow:
As when in after time, the earth
Rose from her second watery birth,
In pure baptismal garments drest,
And calmly waiting to be blest.

Again Thou spakest, Lord of Power,

And straight the land was seen All clad with tree, and herb, and flower, A robe of lustrous green.

Like souls wherein the hidden strength Of their new birth is waked at length, When, robed in holiness, they tell What might did in those waters dwell.

And still within this earth resides
A hidden power divine,

And, waiting for the hour, she bides
Till Thou shalt give the sign:
Then sudden into light shall burst
A flash of glory like the first,

And this dark world around us lie
Arrayed in immortality.

Lord! o'er the waters of my soul
The word of power be said,

Its thoughts and passions bid Thou roll
Each in its channelled bed:

Till that in peaceful order flowing They tune their glad obedient going To Thy commands, whose voice to-day Bade the tumultuous floods obey.