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!
Hymn to the Holy Trinity
To 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
