uncertain and hidden things of thy wisdom haft Thou manifested to me.

Thou shalt sprinkle me with hyssop, and I shall be cleansed: Thou shalt wash me, and I shall be made whiter than snow.

To my hearing Thou shalt give joy and gladness: and the bones which are humbled shall rejoice.

Turn thy face away from my fins: and blot out all my mifdeeds.

Create in me a clean heart, O God: and renew a right spirit within me.

Cast me not away from thy face: and take not Thy Holy Spirit from me. Restore to me the joy of thy salvation: and stablish me with Thy Chief Spirit.

Deliver me from blood-guiltiness, O God, The God of my salvation: and my tongue shall rejoice in thy righteousness.

O Lord! Thou shalt open my lips: and my mouth shall shew forth thy praise.

For if Thou hadst defired sacrifice I would have given it: but Thou wilt not be delighted with burnt offerings.

The facrifice of God is a troubled spirit: a contrite and humbled heart, O God, shalt Thou not despise.

Do kindly, O Lord, in thy good pleasure unto Syon: that the walls of Jerufalem may be built.

Then shalt Thou accept the facrifice of righteousness, oblations, and burnt offerings: then shall they lay young bullocks upon thine altar.

Glory be to The Father.

As it was in the beginning.

The Psalm being finished, let the Priest alone stand up and advance to the place

of the Choir at Matins and Vefpers,

repeating these Verses :-
Arife, O Lord, help us.

us for Thy Name's fake.

And deliver

From the Rubrics for the First Sunday in Advent. From the Rubrics for the Proper of The Time.

rected,

Hereford Office.

HYMNUS.

ECCE! quem Vates vetuftis Concinebant feculis; Quem Prophetarum fideles Paginæ spoponderant! Emicat promiffus olim; Cuncta collaudent Eum, Seculorum feculis.

Pfallat altitudo Cæli,

Pfallant omnes Angeli, Quicquid eft Virtutis usque, Pfallat in laudem Dei; Nulla linguarum filefcat, Vox et omnis confonet, Seculorum feculis.

Lo! He whom Seers primeval fung,
In glad unison of old;
Whom Prophets, in each faithful page,
With prefaging lips foretold;
Shines forth on his long promised road;
Creation, hail thy coming God!
From age to age.

Heaven utters forth a Pfalm on high,
All Angels wake the Pfalm of praise,
All Virtues, Powers, in one to God,
Loud the adoring Anthem raise;
No voice be mute His Name to tell,
All tongues the mighty chorus fwell,
From age to age.

T

Tibi Christe! fit cum Patre,
Agiosque Spiritu,

Hymnus, Melos, Laus perennis,
Gratiarum actio;

Honor, Virtus, et Poteftas,
Regnum eternaliter,

Seculorum feculis.

To Thee, O Christ! Father to Thee!
And The Holy Spirit be,
Hymns, Worship, Laud, and Melody,
Thanksgiving everlastingly,
Honour, and Power, and Victory,
Kingdom and Might eternally,
From age to age.

SEXTA ætate Virgine
Qui natus es pro homine,
Fac nos Octava sumere
Ætate, fortem gloriæ.

Et Qui hac Hora myfticum
Sedisti super puteum;
Fonte tuo nos irriga,
Atque Sole illumina.

Præsta hoc Deus Trinitas,

Una et Compar Deitas!

Cui Laus, Virtus, et Gloria,

Nunc et cuncta per secula. Amen.

THOU, ere the Sixth great Age had ran,
Of Virgin womb wast born for man;
Grant, when the last Eighth Time shall come,
We reach in Heaven a glorious home!

And as this Hour, O Saviour bleft,
Thou on the mystic well didst rest;
Bedew us with that fount of thine,
And light us with thy Sun divine.

Grant this, Thou God in Trinity!
One and Co-equal Deity;
To whom Praise, Glory, Virtue be,
Now and throughout eternity. Amen.]