4 For why? the Lord his pleasure all Hath in his people set;
And by deliv'rance he will raise
The meek to glory great.
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
Immortal glory be,
As was, is now, and shall be still,
To all eternity.
VENI CREATOR.
1 Come Holy Ghost, eternal God,
Proceeding from above,
Both from the Father and the Son,
The God of peace and love.
2 Visit our minds, and into us
Thy heavenly grace inspire;
That for all truth and godliness
We may have true desire.
3 Thou art the very comforter
In all grief and distress;
The heavenly gift of God most high,
Spirit of truth and grace!
4 The fountain and the living spring Of joy celestial ;
The fire so bright, the love so sweet,
And unction spiritual.
PRAYER after the COMMANDMENTS. 19 5 O Holy Ghost! into our souls
Send down thy heavenly light;
Inflame our hearts with fervent love
To serve God day and night.
6 Our weakness strengthen and confirm,
Which feeble is, and frail;
That neither Satan, World, nor Flesh,
Against us may prevail.
Prayer after the Commandments.
1 Thy spirit grant to us, O Lord,
To keep these laws our hearts incline;
And cause us all with one accord
To magnify thy name divine.
2 For of ourselves no strength we have
To keep these laws after thy will;
Thy might therefore, O Christ, we crave,
That we, by thee, may them fulfil.
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
All praise and glory be therefore;
As in beginning was, is now,
And shall be so for evermore.
1 Awake my joy, awake I say,
My lute, my harp, and string;
And I myself, before the day,
Will rise, rejoice, and sing.
2 Among the people I will tell
The goodness of my God;
And shew his praise that doth excel,
In heathen lands abroad.
3 His mercy doth extend as far
As the heavens all are high;
His truth as high as any star
That shineth in the sky.
4 Set forth, and shew thyself, O God,
Above the heavens most bright;
Exalt thyself on earth abroad,
Thy majesty and might.
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
Immortal glory be,
As was, and is, and shall be still
To all Eternity.
1 Regard, O Lord, for I complain,
And make my suit to thee;
Let not my words return in vain,
But give an ear to me.
2 From out the coasts, and utmost parts Of all the earth I cry ;
In grief and anguish of my heart,
To thee, O God, most high.
3 Upon the rock of thy great power
My woful mind repose;
Thou art my hope, my fort, and tower,
My fence against my foes.
4 Within thy tent I long to dwell,
There ever to abide;
Under thy wings I know right well
I shall me safely hide.
PSALM LXXXIV.
1 How pleasant is thy dwelling place,
O Lord of Hosts to me;
The tabernacles of thy grace,
How pleasant, Lord, they be.
2 My soul doth long full sore to go
Into thy courts abroad:
My heart and flesh cry out also,
For thee, the living God.
3 The sparrows find a room to rest
And save themselves from wrong;
The swallow, also, hath a nest
Wherein to keep her young.
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