« WHICH HOLY ESTATE CARIST ADORNED AND BEAUTIFIED WITH HIS PRESENCE.' ور [78. 6s. 454 God blessed them.--Gen. i. 28. That earliest wedding day, It hath not pass'd away. Of Christian man and maid, The threefold grace is said: : For love and faith's sweet sake, Which nought on earth may break. To give away this bride, Out of his own pierced side. To join their loving hands, In thine eternal bands. To bless them as they kneel ; The heavenly spouse dost seal. Let no ill power find place, The hallow'd path they trace, In perfect sacrifice, With Christ's own bride they rise.' 455 Rest in the Lord and wait patiently for him. [P.M. Ps. xxxvii. 7. The music seems to thrill- Rest and be still. Thy chosen bride to-day, Thy bride for aye. Avouching here thy spouse, His children's vows. To mingle praise and prayers; Your God and theirs. Is standing by your side, His mystic bride. In us thy word fulfil- Rest and be still." [To be sung after the blessing, “ Almighty God, who at the beginning did create our first parents,” &c.] 456 Being heirs together of the grace of life. [TEN 75. 1 Pet. iii. 7. Breathed on earth are borne above, Catch upon your lips the strain, Co-eternal Three in One, Seal the nuptial benison. Fruits and flowers in woven wreath; Co-eternal Three in One, Seal the nuptial benison. Ratified, O God, by thee; Co-eternal Three in One, Seal the nuptial benison. Blessedness is blessing thee; We with all the white-robed throngs The Visitation of the Sick. “O SAVIOUR OF THE WORLD, WHO BY THY CROSS AND PRECIOUS BLOOD HAST REDEEMED US, SAVE US AND 457 I cried unto God with my voice, and he gave (L.M. ear unto me.-Ps. lxxvii. 1. 1 God of my life, to thee I call; Afflicted at thy feet I fall : Leave not my trembling heart to fail. Invites the helpless and the poor? 3 Did ever mourner plead with thee, And thou refuse that mourner's plea ? That none shall seek thy face in vain ? 4 That were a grief I could not bear, Didst thou not hear and answer prayer; Supports me under every load. Yet God, my God, forgets me not; 458 I shall be satisfied when I awake with thy likeness.-Ps. xvii. 15. [L.M. 1 LORD, I am thine; but thou wilt prove My faith, my patience, and my love; 2 This life's a dream, an empty show, But the bright world to which I go When shall I wake, and find me there? 3 O glorious hour! O bless'd abode ! I shall be near and like my God; The sacred pleasures of the soul. Till the last trumpet's joyful sound; 459 My meditation of him shall be sweet.-Ps. civ. 34. [C.M. 1 WHEN languor and disease invade This trembling house of clay, And long to fly away: The whispers of his love; Where Jesus pleads above: In life's fair book set down; Eternal joys my own: My sins on Jesus laid; My debt of sufferings paid : Which saves from second death; His Spirit's quickening breath : |