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Blessed are they· that | mourn :
For they shall be comfor| ted.
Blessed are the meek:

For they shall inherit the | earth. Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst after righteous | ness:

For they shall | b'e | filled.
Blessed are the merciful:
For they shall ob | ta'in | mercy.
Blessed are the | pure in | heart:
For they shall see | God.
Blessed are the peace | makers:

For they shall be called the | children · of |
God.

Blessed are they which are persecuted for | righteousness | sake:

For theirs is the | kingdom of | heaven.

Matt. v. 3.

SAINT BARTHOLOMEW THE APOSTLE.

(24th August.)

Epistle, Acts v. 12-16. Gospel, Luke xxii. 24-30.
Matins, Acts xxii.
Evensong, 1 John i.

185. The Thoughtlessness of Youth. (C. M.)

YE who are young, O hear betimes
The Saviour's voice of love;
Careless of sin, perhaps, you've been,
But mercy reigns above.

You may be young, but stony hearts

Are found within your breast;

Or else the faults which youth commit
Would rob you of your rest.

The Church still prays for you, for all,
O join her public prayer;
Whilst secret tears for you are shed,
O shed yourselves a tear.

May God pour forth upon your hearts
His teaching, softening grace;
And make the seed of saving truth
Fall in a fruitful place!

186.

The Apostles of the Lord.

WE were gentle among you,

Even as a nurse cherisheth her children :
So being affectionately desirous of you,
We were willing to have imparted unto you,
Not the Gospel of God only, but also our
own souls,

Because ye were dear unto us.

1 Thess. ii. 7.

SAINT MATTHEW THE APOSTLE.

(21st September.)

Epistle, 2 Cor. iv. 1-6.

Matins, Matt. xxii.

Gospel, Matt. ix. 9-13.
Evensong, 1 Cor. vi.

(L.M.)

187. The First Psalm.

BLESSED is he who doth not go
The way ungodly counsels show;
Who standeth not where sinners meet,
Nor sitteth in the scorner's seat:

But alway placeth his delight,
Yea, meditateth day and night

On that blest word which came from heaven,
That law which God the Lord hath given.

He shall be like a tree that grows,
Close planted where a river flows;
Whose leaf ne'er fades, whose fruit ne'er
fails,

So prospers he and still prevails.

The ungodly are not so, for they,
Like chaff which winds still drive away,
Shall never in the judgment stand,
Nor sinners in God's faithful band.

For why? the way of the upright
The Lord doth know and keep in sight;
The ungodly He will never own,

Their ways, their hopes, shall be o'erthrown.
188.
Walking with God.

LET not mercy and truth forsake thee:
Bind them about thy neck;

Write them upon the table of thine heart:
So shalt thou find favour and good under-
standing, in the sight of God and man.
Trust in the Lord with all thine heart;
And lean not unto thine own understanding.
In all thy ways acknowledge Him,
And he shall direct thy paths.
Be not wise in thine own eyes:
Fear the Lord, and depart from evil.

Prov. iii. 3.

SAINT MICHAEL AND ALL ANGELS.

(Michaelmas, 29th September.)

Epistle, Rev. xii. 7-12. Gospel, Matt. xviii. 1-10.
Matins, Gen. xxxii.; Acts xii. 1-20.
Evensong, Dan. x. 5-21; Jude 6-16.

189.His Angels have charge over thee.(C. M.)
WHEN all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
My heart is full, and overflows
With wonder, love, and praise.
Unnumbered comforts to my soul
Thy tender care bestowed,
Before my infant heart conceived
From whom those comforts flowed.

Though in the slippery paths of youth
Too heedlessly I run,

Thine arm unseen still keeps me safe,
Till day by day is done.

Through hidden dangers, toils, and death,
O gently clear my way;

Yea, through the pleasing snares of vice,
More to be feared than they.

190. He keepeth his Saints.

AND he shewed me Joshua the high priest
Standing before the angel of the Lord,
And Satan standing at his right hand to
resist him.

And the Lord said unto Satan,

The Lord rebuke thee, O Satan ;

Is not this a brand plucked out of the fire? Zech. iii. 1, 2.

SAINT LUKE THE EVANGELIST.

(18th October.)

Epistle, 2 Tim. iv. 5-15. Gospel, Luke x. 1-7. Matins, Luke iv.

Evensong, Job i.

191.The Eighty-fourth Psalm. Part I. (C.M.)
How lovely is thy dwelling-place,
O Lord of Hosts most High!
The tabernacles of thy grace,
My soul would fain be nigh.
My spirit faints thy courts to see,
Which joyful once I trod;

My heart and flesh cry out for Thee,
The everliving God!

The sparrow finds a place of rest,
Thine altars, Lord, among;
The swallow maketh there her nest,
Where she may lay her young.

O they are blessed who may dwell
Within thy house always;
For they at all times may forth-tell
Thy glory and thy praise.

And blessed is the man whose strength

For evermore Thou art,

Who loves to worship in thy house,

Yea, hath it in his heart.

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