TRINITY SUNDAY. R. H. HOLY, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty! God in three persons, blessed Trinity ! Holy, holy, holy! all the saints adore Thee, Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea; Cherubim and seraphim falling down before Thee, Which wert and art and evermore shalt be! Holy, holy, holy! Though the darkness hide Thee, Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty! All Thy works shall praise Thy name in earth and sky and sea. Holy, holy, holy! merciful and mighty! God in three persons, blessed Trinity! FIRST SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. No. I. R. H. ROOM for the Proud! Ye sons of clay, Lo! with what scorn his lofty eye Room for the Proud! but slow the feet That bear his coffin down the street: And dismal seems his winding-sheet Who purple lately wore ! Ah! where must now his spirit fly Who shew'd it not before ! Room for the Proud! in ghastly state "Lo here with us the seat," they cry, "For him who mock'd at poverty, And bade intruding Conscience fly Far from his palace door!" FIRST SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. No. II. R. H. THE feeble pulse, the gasping breath, The mourners by our parting bed, The dismal pageant of the dead, These, these are not thy victory! But, from the much-loved world to part, To dream through life a gaudy dream Of burning, boundless agony; |