THROUGH THE WEEK.

AT THE SIXTH HOUR.

This is the love of God, that we keep His commandments, and His commandments are not grievous.-1 JOHN V.

"Jam solis excelsum jubar."

THE sun is soaring high,

And wide from east to west

Opens his golden vest,
And fiery panoply.

True Sun, who in the soul
Liftest Thy torch unseen,
Charity's light within,
Our better day unroll.

Glory to God on high,

And Him that cometh down

Poor fallen man to own,

And Spirit ever nigh.

THROUGH THE WEEK.

AT THE NINTH HOUR.

The end of the commandment is charity, out of a pure heart, and of a good conscience, and of faith unfeigned. 1 TIM..

"Labente jam solis rotâ."

Now the day's declining wheel
Doth to night's dim caverns roll;
Thus hours, days, and seasons steal,
Life is hurrying to the goal.

While Thou, with outstretch'd arms, bleeding and bare,

Art calling to a world that will not hear;
Calling from high,

Still ever nigh;

Hid in Thy sheltering arms, O let me die!

Oh, let us die from this world's vanity,
With Thee to rise, and treasure have on high,
Singing of Thee,

The eternal Three,

Still singing of Thee everlastingly.

AT THE VESPERS.

Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who hath blessed us with all spiritual blessings in heavenly places in Christ according as He hath chosen us in Him before the foundation of the world, that we should be holy and without blame before Him in love.-EPHES. i.

"O luce qui mortalibus."

O THOU who in the light dost dwell,
To mortal unapproachable,

Where angels veil them from Thy rays,
And tremble as they gaze:-
While us the deeps of darkness bar,
From Thy bless'd presence set afar,

Till brightness of th' eternal day
Shall chase the gloom away.

Such day Thou hast in store with Thee,
Hid in Thy boundless majesty,

Of which the sun, in glorious trim,

Is but a shadow dim.

Why lingers thus light's golden wheel
Which shall to us that day reveal ?

But we must cast this flesh aside

Ere we with Thee abide.

But when the soul shall take her wing
From out her dark enveloping,—

To see Thee, praise Thee, love Thee still,
Her urn within shall fill.

Dread Three in One, mould us, and bless,
In Thine o'erflowing bounteousness,
To pass unharm'd through this our night,
And see Thine endless light.

AT THE COMPLINE.

Ye are all the children of light and the children of the day: we are not of night nor of darkness; therefore, let us not sleep as do others; but let us watch and be sober.-1 THESS. V.

"Grates peracto jam die."

AND now the day is past and gone,
Holy God, we bow to Thee,

Again as nightly shades come on,
To Thy sheltering side we flee.

For all the ills this day hath done,
Let our bitter sorrow plead,
And keep us from the wicked one,

When ourselves we cannot heed.

Ravening he prowls Thy fold around,
In his watchful circuitings:

Father, this night let us be found
'Neath the shadow of Thy wings.

O when shall that Thy day have come,
Day ne'er sinking to the west;
That country and that holy home,
Where no foe shall break our rest.

Now to the Father and the Son
We our feeble voice would raise,
With Holy Spirit join'd in One,

And from age to age would praise.