N the beginning was the word, and the word was with God, and the word was God. The fame was in the beginning with God. All things were made by him and without him was made nothing that was made. In him was life, and the life was the light of men: and the light shineth in darknefs, and darknefs did not comprehend it. There was a man fent from God, whofe name was John. This man came for a witnefs, to bearwitnefs of the light, that all men might believe through him. He was not the light, but came to bear witness of the light. He was the true light, that enlighteneth every man, that cometh into this world. He was in the world, and the world was made by him, and the world knew him not. He came unto his own, and his own received him not. But as many as received him, to them he gave power to become the fons of God, to them that believe in his name. Who are born, not of blood, nor of the will of the flesh, nor of the will of man, but of God. And s THE WORD WAS MADE FLESH, and dwelt among us (and we saw his glory, the glory as of the only-begotten of the Father) full of grace and truth. P. Thanks be to God. P. Deo gratias. As often as the Mafs of a Saint is faid on a Sunday, or on a Vigil, or any other day, that bath a proper Mals appointed; then at the end of the Mafs, inftead of the Gospel above, is faid the Gospel of that Sunday, Vigil, or other day. s Here all kneel. WH PRAYERS after COMMUNION. HAT return fhall I make the Lord, for what he hath beftowed upon me? I will offer him a facrifice of praife; and my heart, tranfported with joy, fhall fing canticles to the Lord, who hath heaped his bleffings on me. He hath given me the bread of heaven; a poor mortal creature, furrounded with infirmity, hath eaten the bread of Angels, a moft delicious food, which beftows immortality on thofe that eat it worthily. The Lord himself hath become my food; and the food he hath given me is his own flesh, which he gave for the life of the world. O divine Saviour, how great is thy love for thy children! How good art thou to thofe, who hope in thee, and feek thee! Thou haft prepared for me a plentiful table, to give me ftrength against my enemies. Now therefore in the midft of dangers, and even in the fhadow of death, will I fear nothing, because thou art with me. Abide in me, and let me abide in thee. Continue to bestow upon me this heavenly bread, and grant that, after I have eaten thereof, my hunger may be encreased. Let me labour all my life for that food, which remaineth for ever, and which thou alone canft give. Let me be fo ftrengthened thereby, that I may be able to walk on to thy eternal mountain, there to see thee face to face, and adore thee with the Father and Holy Ghost, one God, world without end. Amen. Then you may fay fome of the following Pfalms. A THANKSGIVING. Which may be said after Mass (except in time of pennance) or on occafion of any publick or private thank giving. T HEE, fov'reign God, our grate ful accents praise; E Deum lauda mus, TE We own thee Lord, and Te Dominum confite blefs thy wond'rous ways. To thee, eternal Father, earth's whole frame, With loudest trumpet, founds immortal fame. Lord God of hofts! to thee the powers, heav'nly With founding anthems, fill thy vaulted tow'rs. The Cherubim thrice Holy, Holy, Holy, cry: Thrice Holy all the Se raphim reply, And thrice returning echo's endless fongs fupply. Both heav'n and earth thy majefty display; They owe their beauty to thy glorious ray. Thy praifes fill the loud Apoftles quire, The train of Prophets in the fong confpire. Legions of Martyrs in the chorus fhine, And vocal blood with vocal mufick join. By thefe thy church infpired with heav'nly art, Around the world main tains a fecond part ; And tunes her sweetest notes, O God, to thee, The Father of unbound ed majesty; The Son, ador'd co-partner of thy Seat, And equal everlasting Thou co-eternal filial Thou, who to stave the world's impending doom, Vouchfaf'dft to dwell within a virgin's womb: Old tyrant Death dif arm'd; before thee flew The bolts of heav'n, and back the foldings drew; To give accefs, and make the faithful way; From God's right hand thy filial beams difplay. Thou art to judge the living and the dead: VOL. II. praise. fhall fail to ce Et No age ever. O Let us pray. cimus te. tuum in fæculum: & in fæculum fæculi. Dignare, Domine, die vimus in te. cum V. Benedicamus Patrem & Filium, Sancto Spiritu. R. Laudemus & fuperexaltemus eum in fæcula. Deus cujus. God, of whofe mercies there is no number, and of whofe goodness the treasure is infinite: |