O Death where is thy sting? O Grave, where is thy | victory! Thanks be unto God, who giveth | us the victory, Through Jesus Christ our 91. Lord. SELECTED. O ALL ye works of the Lord, bless | ye the | Lord! Ove angels of the Lord, bless | ye the Lord! Oye heavens, bless ye the Lord! O ye powers of the Lord, bless | ye the | Lord ! ye sun, and moon, and stars of heaven, bless | ye the Lord! Praise him, and | magnify | him for ever. O let the earth bless the | Lord! Yea, let it praise him, and 0 magnify | him for ever. ye the | Lord! ye children of men, bless Oye servants of the Lord, bless | ye the | Lord! O ye spirits and souls of the righteous, bless ye the Lord! Praise him, and | magnify | him for ever. Oye holy and humble men of heart, bless ye the [ Lord! Praise him, and | magnify | him for | ever. SONG OF THE THREE CHILDREN. 92. WE praise thee, O God: We acknowledge | thee to be the Lord. The Father ever | lasting. To thee all angels cry a loud: The heavens, and all the powers there | in. The holy church throughout all the world The Father, of an infinite | majesty, The only wise | GOD. only | Son. Thou art the king of glory, O| Christ! lievers. of the Father, Thou sittest at the right hand of God, In the glory of the | Father. We believe that thou shalt | come To be our judge. We therefore pray thee, O God help thy servants, Vouchsafe, O | Lord, To keep us this day with out | sin. Have mercy upon us. O Lord, let thy mercy lighten up on us,, As our trust | is in thee. O Lord, in thee have I trusted, AMBROSE 93. THE rose is sweet, but it is surrounded with thorns; The lily of the valley is fragrant, but it springeth 1 up among the brambles. The spring is pleasant, but it is soon | past; The summer is bright, but the winter destroyeth the beauty there | of. The rainbow is very glorious, but it soon vanish | eth a way; Life is good, but it is quickly swallowed up in | death. There is a land where the roses are with out | thorns, Where the flowers are not mixed with | brambles. In that land there is eternal | spring, And light without any cloud. The tree of life groweth in the midst there of: Rivers of pleasure are there, and flowers that | never fade. Myriads of happy | spirits are | there, And surround the throne of God with a perpetual | hymn. The angels with their golden harps sing | praises continually, And the cherubim | fly on | wings of fire. This country is | Heaven: It is the country of those that are | good; Must | inhabit | there. The toad must not spit its venom among | turtle | doves; Nor the poisonous henbane | grow amongst sweet | flowers. Neither must any one that | doeth | ill, This earth is pleasant, for it is | God's earth, There we shall not grieve any more, nor be sick any more, nor do wrong any more. There the cold of winter | shall not wither us, In that country there are no wars or quarrels, When our parents and friends die, we see them [ here no more; But there we shall embrace them again, and | live with them for ever. There we shall meet all good | men, Whom we read of in | holy books. They loved God on earth; They praised him on earth; But in that country they will praise him | better, There we shall see Jesus, who is gone before us to that happy place; And there we shall behold the glory | of the | high | God. We cannot see him here, but we will | love him | here; We must be now on earth, but we will | often ❘ think of heaven. That happy land | is our home; We are to be here but | for a little while, And there for | ever, Even for ages of eternal | years. BARBAULD. |