ice in the beauty of His works as He rejoices
in them Himself; and, catching from time to time fuller and fuller
glimpses of that Divine and wonderful order according to which He has
made all things and all worlds, may see more and more clearly, as the
years roll on, that all things are just, and beautiful, and good; and
join more and more heartily in the hymn which goes up for ever from every
sun, and star, and world, and from the tiniest creature in these worlds:
"Thou art worthy, O Lord, to receive glory and honour and power; for Thou
hast created all things, and for Thy pleasure they are and were created."

Now, to God the Father, who, out of His boundless love, ordains the
making of all things; and to God the Son, who, out of His boundless love,
performs the making of all things; and to God the Holy Spirit, who, out
of His boundless love, breathes law and kind, life and growth into all
things, three Persons in one, ever-blessed Trinity, be all glory, and
honour, and praise, for ever and ever. Amen.

SERMON XVI. THE GLORY OF THE TRINITY

Eversley, 1868. St Mary's Chester, 1871. Trinity Sunday.

Psalm civ. 31, 33. "The glory of the Lord shall endure for ever: The
Lord shall rejoice in his works. I will sing unto the Lord as long as I
live: I will sing praise to my God while I have my being."

This is Trinity Sunday, on which we think especially of the name of God.
A day which, to a wise man, may well be one of the most solemn, and the
most humiliating days of the whole year. For is it not humiliating to
look stedfastly, even for a moment, at God's greatness, and then at our
own littleness; at God's strength and at our own weakness; at God's
wisdom, and at our own ignorance; and, most of all, at God's
righteousness, and at our own sins?

I do not say that it should not be so. Rather, I say, it should be so.
For what is more wholesome for you and me, and any man, than to be
humiliated--humbled--and brought to our own level--that all may see who,
what, and where we are? What more wholesome than to be made holy and
humble men of heart? What more wholesome for us, who are each of us
tempted to behave as if we were the centre of the universe, to judge
ourselves the most important personages in the world, and to judge of
everything according as it is pleasant or unpleasant to us, each in our
own family, our own sect, our own neighbourhood; what more wholesome than
to