1779

EVENING.

How sweet the name of Jesus sounds

In a believer's ear!

It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.

It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast;
'Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary rest.

Dear name, the rock on which I build,
My shield and hiding place,

My never failing treasury, filled
With boundless stores of grace.

Weak is the effort of my heart,

And cold my warmest thought;
But, when I see Thee as Thou art,
I'll praise Thee as I ought.

Till then, I would Thy love proclaim
With every fleeting breath;
And may the music of Thy name
Refresh my soul in death!

JOHN NEWTON (Olney Hymns).

SIXTH SUNDAY AFTER THE EPIPHANY

MORNING.

Psalm civ.

My soul, praise the Lord, speak good of His name;
O Lord our great God, how dost Thou appear!
So passing in glory that great is Thy fame;
Honour and majesty in Thee shine most clear.

With light as a robe Thou hast Thee beclad, Whereby all the earth Thy greatness may see; The heavens in such sort Thou also hast spread That they to a curtain compared may be.

His chamber-beams lie in the clouds full sure, Which as His charióts are made Him to bear; And there with much swiftness His course doth endure Upon the wings riding of winds in the air.

How sundry, O Lord, are all Thy works found! With wisdom full great they are indeed wrought: So that the whole world of Thy praise doth sound: And as for Thy riches, they pass all men's thought.

1561.

WILLIAM KETHE (Old Version).

EVENING.

Songs of thankfulness and praise,
Jesu, Lord, to Thee we raise,
Manifested by the star

To the sages from afar;
Branch of royal David's stem
In Thy birth at Bethlehem;
Anthems be to Thee addrest,
God in man made manifest.

Manifest at Jordan's stream,
Prophet, Priest, and King supreme;
And at Cana wedding-guest
In Thy Godhead manifest;
Manifest in power divine,
Changing water into wine;
Anthems be to Thee addrest,
God in man made manifest.

Manifest in making whole
Palsied limbs and fainting soul;
Manifest in valiant fight,
Quelling all the devil's might;
Manifest in gracious will,
Ever bringing good from ill;
Anthems be to Thee addrest,
God in man made manifest.

Sun and moon shall darkened be,
Stars shall fall, the heavens shall flee;
Christ will then like lightning shine,
All will see His glorious sign;
All will then the trumpet hear,
All will see the Judge appear;
Thou by all wilt be confest,
God in man made manifest.

1862.

Grant us grace to see Thee, Lord,
Present in Thy holy word;

May we imitate Thee now,

And be pure, as pure art Thou;
That we like to Thee may be
At Thy great Epiphany;

And may praise Thee, ever blest,
God in man made manifest.

CHRISTOPHER WORDSWORTH,

Bishop.

SEPTUAGESIMA SUNDAY.

WEEK BEFORE.

'Alleluia, dulce carmen.'

Alleluia, song of sweetness,
Voice of joyance, holiest lay,
Alleluia is the glory

Of the choirs in heavenly day,
Which the angels sing, abiding
In the house of God alway.

Alleluia, joyous mother,

Salem, of the saints on high,
Alleluia one to other

All thy citizens reply;
Exiles we by Babel's waters
Join not yet their melody.

Alleluia we deserve not

Here to chant for evermore;
Alleluia our transgressions

Make us for a while give o'er.
For the holy time is coming
Bidding us our sins deplore.

But Thy Godhead meekly praising,
Pray we, blessed Trinity,
We at last may keep our Easter
In Thy home beyond the sky;
There to Thee our Alleluia

Singing everlastingly.

MS. of 11th cent.

1851.

Author unknown.

tr. by JOHN MASON NEALE.