12.

IF in this life only we have | hope-in | Christ,
We are of all men-most | miserable.
But now is Christ | risen-from the | dead,
And become the | first-fruits of | them—that |
slept.

For since by man-came | death,

By man came also the resur | rec―tion | of— the dead.

For as in Adam—all | die,

Even so in Christ shall | all-be | made-a | live. Behold, I show you-a | mystery;

We shall not all sleep, but | we-shall | all-be | changed,

In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, | at the last trump:

For the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and | w—e | shall— be changed.

For this corruptible must put on | in-cor | ruption,

And this mortal must | put-on | im—mor | tality.

So when this corruptible shall have put on | in-corruption,

And this mortal shall have | put-on | im―mor | tality,

Then shall be brought to pass the saying | thatis written,

Death is swallow-ed | up-in | victory.

O death, where | is-thy | sting?

O grave, where | is--thy | victory?

The sting of death-is | sin;

And the strength-of | sin-is the law. But thanks be to God, which giveth | us-the | victory,

Through our | Lo-rd | Je-sus | Christ.

13.

MY soul doth magni | fy-the | Lord,
And my spirit hath re [joiced-in | God,-my |

Saviour.

For he hath-re | garded

The lowliness-of his-hand | maiden:

For be hold-from | henceforth

All generations-shall | call-me | blessed.
For he that is mighty hath | magnified | me;
And ho-ly | is-his | name.

And his mercy is on | them-that | fear him
Throughout-all | gen-er | ations.

He hath showed | strength-with his arm;
He hath scattered the proud in the imagin | a-
tion of their hearts.

He hath put down the mighty | from-their | seat,

And hath exalted-the humble-and | meek.
He hath filled the | hungry-with good things;
And the rich he | hath-sent | empty-a | way.

He remembering-his mercy,
Hath | holpen-his ser-vant Israel;
As he promised to our-fore | fathers,
Abraham and his | seed-for ever,

14.

"THY will be done!" || In devious way
The hurrying stream of | life may | run ||
Yet still our grateful hearts shall say |
"Thy will be done!"

Thy will be | done!" || If o'er us shine A gladdening and a | prosp'rous | sun || prayer will make it more divine |

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Thy will be done!" ||

Thy will be done!" || Though shrouded o'er Our path with gloom, || one comfort-one Is ours:- -to breathe, while we adore | "Thy will be done!" ||

15.

FROM the recesses of a lowly spirit My humble prayer ascends, O| Fa-ther! | hear it! |

Upsoaring on the wings of fear and meekness, For give its weakness.

I know, I feel, how mean and how unworthy The trembling sacrifice I | pour-be | fore Thee; || What can I offer in Thy presence holy

But | sin-and | folly ?

For in thy sight-who every bosom viewestCold are our warmest vows, and | vain―our | truest; ||

Thoughts of a hurrying hour, our lips repeat them,

Our hearts-for | get them.

We see Thy hand, it leads and it supports us; We hear Thy voice-it counsels-and it |

courts us;

And then we turn away-and still thy kindness ||
Par | dons—our | blindness.
And still Thy rain descends, Thy sun is glowing,
Fruits ripen round, flowers are be neath-us
blowing, ||

And, as if Man were some deserving creature,
Joys co-ver nature.

Oh! how longsuffering, Lord! but Thou delightest

To win, with love, the wandering-| Thou—in | vitest ||

By smiles of mercy, not by frowns or terrors,
Man from his | errors.
Who can resist thy gentle call, appealing
To every generous thought and

feeling?

grate-ful |

That voice paternal-whispering, watching ever, My bo-som? | never!

Father and Saviour! plant within this bosom The | seeds-of | holiness,-- || and bid them blossom

In fragrance, and in beauty bright and vernal, And spring-eternal.

Then place them in those everlasting gardens, Where angels walk, and seraphs-are the | wardens;

Where every flower that creeps through death's dark portal |

Be comes-immortal. Amen.

16.

THOUGH I speak with the tongues of | menand of angels,

And have not charity,

I am become as | sound-ing | brass,
Ora | tink-ling | cymbal.

And though I have the gift-of prophecy, And understand all | mys-teries, | and—all | knowledge;

And though I have all faith, so that I could remo-ve mountains,

And have not chari-ty, I-am | nothing.

And though I bestow all my goods to | feedthe poor,

And though I give my | bo-dy | to-be | burned, And have not | charity,

It pro-fit eth-me | nothing.

Charity suffereth long, | and-is | kind: Charity envieth not; charity vaunteth not itself, is-not | puff-ed | up,

Doth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh | nother own,

Is not easily provoked, | think-eth | n-o | evil;