Rather than, in silence, shrink

From the truth they needs must think;
They are slaves, who dare not be
In the right with two or three.

PART II.

185

Adoration.

C. M.

PATRICK.

Te Deum.

1 O God, we praise thee, and confess

That thou the only Lord

And everlasting Father art,
By all the earth adored.

2 To thee all angels cry aloud;
To thee the powers on high,
Both cherubim and seraphim,
Continually do cry,—

3 O holy, holy, holy Lord,

Whom heavenly hosts obey,
The world is with the glory filled
Of thy majestic sway!

4 The apostles' glorious company,
And prophets crowned with light,

With all the martyrs' noble host,
Thy constant praise recite.

5 The holy church, throughout the world,
O Lord, confesses thee,
That thou eternal Father art,
Of boundless majesty.

186

L. M.

Roscoe.

Song of Adoration.

1 LET one loud song of praise arise
To God, whose goodness ceaseless flows;
Who dwells enthroned above the skies,
And life and breath on all bestows.

2 Let all of good this bosom fires,
To him, sole good, give praises due;
Let all the truth himself inspires
Unite to sing him only true.

3 In ardent adoration joined,
Obedient to thy holy will,

Let all our faculties, combined,
Thy just commands, O God, fulfil.

4 O, may the solemn, breathing sound,
Like incense rise before thy throne,
Where thou, whose glory knows no bound,
Great Cause of all things, dwell'st alone.