XCIV Hymn of Thanksgiving for the Pure Faith THAT Thou Thy servants hast not placed, That Thou with Thy celestial lore To know, confess Thee, and adore, To find Thee, passes reason's reach : She prompts the humble heart to learn. O may no love of worldly joys, Or worldly cares, Thy truth neglect ; Nor human wisdom's specious toys, Nor pride of human power reject! For Thou hast said, and we receive On him Thy penal doom shall wait. God, in whose name by mystic sign To keep us in Thy faith be Thine, To Thee, whom all Thy saints adore, Be blessing, honour, glory, power, Thee, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost! XCV Hymn commendatory of Faith and Good Works IN God's own garden stands a tree, Fast fix'd in earth its root, Bathed in heav'n's dews, and fair to see, And charged with goodly fruit. Like that fair tree's no fruitage grows, What else a specious semblance shows, But should that tree unfruitful wax 'Tis doom'd to feel the hewer's axe, And feed the vengeful fire. The tree that God's own garden breeds, Faith is that goodly tree : The fruits, it genders, are the deeds Of Christian charity. God, may Thy Church, that cultured field Which Thou hast fenced around, Such trees in rich profusion yield, With such good fruit abound. For deeds, though fair, Thou wilt not own, Save of Thy Spirit bred; And faith, unfruitful and alone, By Thee is counted dead. XCVI Hymn of Thanksgiving for Spiritual Instructors WE thank Thee for the truths, O Lord, Apt are those rolls the steps to lead, The mind unlearn'd, the unstable heart. Not vain the tale, by Thee enroll'd, Of that illustrious student told, By Philip's sapient teaching won |