XV

Morning Hymn for Sunday

O Sol salutis intimis

SALVATION'S Sun, the inward gloom

That veils our hearts, do Thou illume:

Now that the night is driven away,

And lovelier shines this holy day.

Behold, the accepted time is here!

Grant us to wash with contrite tear

The heart's vow'd offering, and above Present it on the fire of love.

The fount, which wont with sin to teem, Shall weep with grief a living stream,

If the hard rock's reluctant side

Repentance' potent rod divide.

The day, Thine own blest day, appears, When a fresh bloom all nature wears;

And we, whom Thy right hand and voice Now guide aright, may we rejoice!

May the world's transitory frame,
All-bounteous Triad, bless Thy Name;

And, by Thy grace renew'd, may we
New songs of glory sing to Thee.

To Thee, whose name, as heretofore,

Now and for ever shall adore

Thy Church on earth, Thy heavenly host,

Thee Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

XVI

Evening Hymn for Sunday

[ORIGINAL]

THE day declines: but, ere it part,

The day that glads the Christian's heart,
For all the good, its course conveys,
Sing we to God our evening praise.

Praise Him, that we this day have trod
With reverent feet the house of God;
Our sins with lowly hearts confest,

And by His pardoning word been blest.

Praise Him, that we have sought Him there

By His commission'd minister;

And, kneeling at His mercy's throne,

Have made our wants and wishes known.

Praise Him, that we have raised our voice

In our Salvation to rejoice,

And blest His name, His Church among,
In psalm, and hymn, and holy song.

Praise Him, that we this day have heard
The truths of His most holy word :
Which leads us, prone, alas! to stray,

Thro' earth's dark snares the heavenward way.

Praise Him, that we our thanks have paid

For blessings to mankind display'd;

For all the good this life can prove,

But most for His redeeming love.

Praise Him, that thus we've sought His face,
His day by His own means of grace :
Praise Him for night's approaching rest,

Praise Father, Son, and Spirit blest.