16 For Thou desirest no sacrifice, else would I give it Thee: but Thou delightest not in burnt-offerings.

17 The sacrifice of God is a troubled spirit: a broken and contrite heart, O God, shalt Thou not despise.

18 O be favourable and gracious unto Sion: build Thou the walls of Jerusalem.

19 Then shalt Thou be pleased with the sacrifice of righteousness, with the burnt-offerings and oblations: then shall they offer young bullocks upon Thine altar.

Glory be to the FATHER, and to the SON: and to the HOLY GHOST.

As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be: world without end. Amen.

Daily from Easter to Ascension-day.

JESUS lives! no longer now

Can thy terrors, Death, appal us:
JESUS lives! by this we know

Thou, O Grave, canst not enthral us;
Alleluia!

JESUS lives! henceforth is death
But the gate of Life immortal;
This shall calm our trembling breath,
When we pass its gloomy portal.

Alleluia!

JESUS lives! for us He died:

Then, alone to JESUS living,
Pure in heart may we abide,
Glory to our SAVIOUR giving.

Alleluia!

JESUS lives! our hearts know well
Nought from us His love shall sever:
Life, nor death, nor powers of hell
Tear us from His keeping ever.

Alleluia !

JESUS lives! to Him the Throne
Over all the world is given:
May we go where He is gone,

Rest and reign with Him in Heaven.

Alleluia! Amen.

Daily from Ascension-day to Whitsunday.

THOU art gone up on high,
To realms beyond the skies;
And round Thy throne unceasingly
The songs of praise arise:
But we are lingering here,

With sin and care oppressed;
LORD, send Thy promised Comforter,
And lead us to our rest.

Thou art gone up on high;

But Thou didst first come down,
Through earth's most bitter misery
To pass unto Thy crown;
And girt with griefs and fears

Our onward course must be;
But only let this path of tears
Lead us at last to Thee.

Thou art gone up on high;
But Thou shalt come again,
With all the bright ones of the sky
Attendant in Thy train.

LORD, by Thy saving power,

So make us live and die,
That we may stand in that dread hour
At Thy right hand on high. Amen.

Daily in Whitsun-week.

Come, HOLY GHOST, Creator Blest,
Upon our minds vouchsafe to rest;
Replenish with celestial aid

The hearts which Thou Thyself hast made.

To Thee, the COMFORTER, we cry,
The Heavenly Gift of God Most High,
The Living Fount of Fire and Love,
The Soul's Anointing from above.

Thy gifts in sevenfold order stand,
The Finger Thou of God's Right Hand,
The promise of the Father true,
Filling our lips with praises due.

Thy Light to our dull sense impart,
And pour Thy Love through every heart,
Confirm with Might that never dies
Our mortal frame's infirmities.

Drive far from us our deadly foe,
And evermore Thy Peace bestow:
So led by Thee, unerring Guide,
No ill shall draw our steps aside.

Grant us to know the FATHER'S Name,
The Sole Begotten SoN proclaim :
And that from both Thou dost proceed,
Be still our fixed unfailing Creed.

To FATHER, SON, and PARACLETE,

All praise for ever, as is meet:

And may the SON on us bestow

The gifts that from the SPIRIT flow. Amen.

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