Si gratiæ nondum ostium præcluditur, Ille, ille spes est solus et fiducia, Et proprio obsignavit emptam sanguine. ODE EX INITIO PSALMI XIX. DESUMPTA. EXPANSA cælorum, profunda cærula, Lætus diurnum sol iter decurrere, Quis ille fons declarat et lucis parens, Then see the sorrows of my heart, And hear my Saviour's dying groans, To give those sorrows weight. For never shall my soul despair Her pardon to procure; Who knows thy only Son has dy'd, AN ODE TAKEN FROM THE BEGINNING OF PSALM XIX. THE spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, The spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great original proclaim. The unwearied sun, from day to day, Does his Creator's power display; And publishes to every land The work of an almighty hand. Soon as the evening shades prevail, Repeats the story of her birth : Whilst all the stars, that round her burn, And all the planets, in their turn, Confirm the tidings, as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole. What though, in solemn silence, all "THE HAND THAT MADE US IS DIVINE." Absente sole, cum statim vesper suas Solenniore quamlibet silentio Circum hunc opacum orbem feruntur omnia, ON THE ASCENSION. YE numerous hosts of angels bright, O make your sweetest harmony, Through realms immense of spacious light. In choicest hymns, melodious throng, In joyful lays and loudest strains, And now, in majesty divine, He sits enrob'd by's Father's side ; But still vouchsafes to intercede For sinful man, for whom he died. Then, man, thy dear Redeemer bless, With them begin a song of praise, |