XII.

GOD THE SON.

AMB of God, who Thee receive,
Who in Thee defire to live,
Cry by night and day to Thee,
As Thou art, so let us be.

Thine we are, Thou Chrift of God,

Take the purchase of Thy blood.

Sinners who in Thee believe,
Everlasting life receive;

They with joy behold Thy face,
Triumph in Thy pardoning grace.

Life deriving from Thy death,
They proceed from faith to faith;
Walk the new, the living way,
Leading to eternal day.

Bleffed are those who follow Thee,
While this light of life they fee;
Filled with Thy facred love,.
They thy quickening power prove.

Praise on earth to Thee be given,
Never-ceafing praise in heaven;
Boundless wisdom, power divine,
Love unspeakable, are thine!

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XIII.

GOD THE HOLY GHOST.

PIRIT of Mercy, Truth and Love!
O fhed Thine influence from above,
And ftill from age to age convey
The wonders of this facred day.

every

clime, by every tongue,
Be God's amazing glory fung;
And let the listening earth be taught
The acts our great Redeemer wrought.

Unfailing Comfort! Heavenly Guide,
Still o'er Thy Holy Church prefide;
Still may mankind thy bleffings prove,
Spirit of Mercy, Truth, and Love.

XIV.

NARAYENA*, THE HOLY SPIRIT.
PIRIT of Spirits, who through every part

Of space expanded and of endless time, Beyond the ftretch of labouring thought fublime,

Bad'ft uproar into beauteous order start,
Before Heaven was, Thou art.

Ere fpheres beneath us roll'd on fpheres above,
Ere earth in firmamental ether hung,

Thou fat'ft alone, 'till through Thy myftic love,
Things unexifting to existence fprung,

And grateful defcant fung.

What first impelled Thee to exert Thy might?
Goodness unlimited. What glorious light
Thy power directed? Wifdom without bound-
What proved it firft. Oh! guide my fancy right,
Oh! raife from cumbrous ground

My foul in rapture drowned,

That fearless it may foar on wings of fire; For Thou, who only know'ft, Thou only canst infpire!

My foul abforbed One only Being knows,

Of all perceptions One abundant Source, Whence every object every moment flows :

*Narayena, in the Sanfkrit, fignifies "The Spirit of God," or He who moved on the Waters, which we know to have been the work of the Third Perfon in the Trinity, according to Genefis i. 2.

Suns here derive their force,

Hence planets learn their courfe;

But funs and fading worlds I view no more-
God only I perceive, God only I adore!

XV.

THE TRINITY.

THOU, whom neither time nor space
Can comprehend, unfeen, unknown;
Nor Faith in boldest flight can trace,
Save through Thy Spirit and Thy Son!

And Thou, who from Thy bright abode,
To us in mortal weakness shown,
Didft graft the manhood into God,
Eternal, Co-Eternal, Son!

And Thou, whofe Unction from on High,
By Comfort, Light, and Love is known;
Who, with the parent Deity,

Dread Spirit! art for ever ONE.

Great First and Laft! Thy bleffing give;
And grant us faith, Thy gift alone—
To love and praise Thee while we live,
And do whate'er Thou would' ft have done

XVI.

MORNING HYMN.

HESE are Thy glorious works, Parent of good,

Almighty! Thine this univerfal frame,
Thus wondrous fair; Thyfelf how
wondrous then!

Unfpeakable, Who fitt'ft above these heavens,
To us invifible, or dimly feen

In these Thy loweft works; yet these declare
Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Speak, ye who beft can tell, ye fons of light,
Angels; for ye behold Him, and with fongs
And choral fymphonies, day without night,
Circle His throne rejoicing: ye in heaven;
On earth join all ye creatures to extol

Him firft, Him last, Him midst, and without end.
Faireft of stars, laft in the train of night,

If better thou belong not to the dawn,

Sure pledge of day, that crown'ft the smiling morn
With Thy bright circlet, praise Him in thy fphere
While day arises, that fweet hour of prime.

His praife, ye winds, that from four quarters blow,
Breathe foft or loud; and wave your tops, ye pines,
With every plant, in fign of worship wave.
Fountains, and ye that warble as ye flow,
Melodious murmurs, warbling, tune His praise.
Join voices, all ye living fouls: ye birds,
That finging up to heaven-gate afcend,

Bear on your wings and in your notes His praise.