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 To-day if  you  shall  hear His voice,

Oh,   harden    not  your hearts,

As in  the  old  provoking time

In Massah's  desert  parts;

Where in  Meribah's  wilderness

Your   fathers  tempted Me;

And sought  to  try  Me,  but did learn

What  like   My  works should be.

Against that  race  I  did endure

Full forty  summers  long

And thus  I  judged  and  said of them:

"Their hearts  are  always wrong."

They knew  Me  not,  nor My high  ways,

For they  were  dull  and blind;

I swore  in  wrath:  into  My rest

They shall  not  entrance find!

o God,  the  Father  and the Son

And Holy  Spirit,  three in one,

Be endless  glory,  as  before

The world  began,  so  evermore.

Our morning  lauds  to  Thee we raise,

To Thee  our  evening  songs of praise:

Oh, may  it  still  our  glory be

To hymn  Thy  name  eternally.

While shines  the  morning-star,  whose  ray

Gives tidings  of  the  newborn day,

And westward  glides  the mighty gloom,

Let Thy  pure  light  our souls illume.

O   God,    Whose  mercy passeth thought,

Whose power  this  world's vast  fabric  wrought;

One nature  we  adore  in Thee.

And in  one  nature  persons three.

These hours,  my  humble offering

To Thee,  blest  Trinity,  I bring;

Oh, be  Thou  gracious  unto me,

Lord, in  my  final  agony;

And grant  that  we  may  all obtain

The glories  of  Thy  heavenly reign.

— Aylward: Annus  Sanctus.

O Light  of  light,  with  Thy blest ray