AND WILT THOU PARDON, LORD.

The following Stanzas are a Cento from the Canon for the Monday of the First Tone, in the Paracletice.

τῶν ἀμαρτιῶν μου τὴν πληθύν.

And wilt Thou pardon, LORD,
A sinner such as I?

Although Thy book his crimes record

Of such a crimson dye?

So deep are they engrav'd,—

So terrible their fear,

The righteous scarcely shall be sav'd,

And where shall I appear?

My soul, make all things known To Him Who all things sees : That so the LAMB may yet atone For thine iniquities.

O Thou Physician blest,
Make clean my guilty soul!
And me, by many a sin oppress'd,
Restore, and keep me whole!

I know not how to praise
Thy mercy and Thy love :

But deign Thy servant to upraise,

And I shall learn above!

[In Mr. Young's book. Composed by Dr. Schroeder.]

STARS OF THE MORNING.

A Cento from the Canon of the "Bodiless Ones;" Tuesday in the Week of the Fourth Tone.

Stars of the morning, so gloriously bright,
Fill'd with celestial resplendence and light;
These that, where night never followeth day,
Raise the Trishagion ever and aye :

These are Thy counsellors: these dost Thou

own,

GOD of Sabaoth! the nearest Thy throne;

These are Thy ministers; these dost Thou send,

Help of the helpless ones! man to defend.

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These keep the guard, amidst Salem's dear bowers :

Thrones, Principalities, Virtues, and Powers:
Where with the Living Ones, mystical Four,
Cherubin, Seraphin, bow and adore.

"Who like the LORD ?"-thunders Michael, the Chief:

Raphael, "the Cure of GOD," comforteth grief : And, as at Nazareth, prophet of peace,

Gabriel," the Light of GOD," bringeth release.

Then, when the earth was first pois'd in midspace,

Then, when the planets first sped on their race,Then, when were ended the six days' employ,— Then all the sons of GOD shouted for joy.

Still let them succour us;

still let them fight,

LORD of angelic hosts, battling for right!

Till, where their anthems they ceaselessly pour, We with the Angels may bow and adore!

[No. 6 in H. E. C.]