So that our Master, having mercy on us. May repel languor, may bestow salvation. Granting us, Father, of thy loving-kindness Glory hereafter! This, of his mercy, ever blessèd Godhead, Father, and Son, and Holy Spirit, give us,-- Whom through the wide world celebrate forever Blessing and glory! From the Latin of ST. GREGORY THE GREAT. Translation of JOHN MASON NEALE. * * * * * PRAISE. To write a verse or two is all the praise That I can raise; Mend my estate in any wayes, Thou shalt have more. I go to church; help me to wings, and I Will thither flie; Or, if I mount unto the skie, I will do more. Man is all weaknesse: there is no such thing As Prince or King: His arm is short; yet with a sling He may do more. A herb destilled, and drunk, may dwell next doore, On the same floore, To a brave soul: Exalt the poore, They can do more. O, raise me then! poore bees, that work all day, Sting my delay, Who have a work, as well as they, And much, much more. GEORGE HERBERT. * * * * * PRAYER. O God! though sorrow be my fate, And the world's hate For my heart's faith pursue me. My peace they cannot take away; Prom day to day Thou dost anew imbue me; Thou art not far; a little while Thou hid'st thy face, with brighter smile Thy father-love to show me. Lord, not my will, but thine, be done; If I sink down When men to terrors leave me, Thy father-love still warms my breast; All's for the best; Shall men have power to grieve me, When bliss eternal is my goal. And thou the keeper of my soul, Who never will deceive me? Thou art my shield, as saith the Word. Christ Jesus, Lord, Thou standest pitying by me, And lookest on each grief of mine And if 't were thine: What, then, though foes may try me. Though thorns be in my path concealed? World, do thy worst! God is my shield! And will be ever nigh me. Translated from MARY, QUEEN OF HUNGARY. * * * * * DESIRE. Thou, who dost dwell alone; Thou, who dost know thine own; Thou, to whom all are known, From the cradle to the grave,-- Save, O, save! From the world's temptations; From tribulations; From that fierce anguish Wherein we languish; From that torpor deep Wherein we lie asleep, Heavy as death, cold as the grave,-- Save, O, save!