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COME, Holy Spirit! from the height,
Of heaven send down Thy blefled light!
Come, Father of the friendless poor!
Giver of gifts, and Light of hearts,
Come with that unction which imparts
Such consolations as endure.

The Soul's Refrefhment and her Gueft,
Shelter in heat, in labor Reft,

The sweeteft Solace in our woe!
Come, blissful Light! O come and fill,
In all Thy faithful, heart and will,

And make our inward fervor glow.

Where Thou art, Lord! there is no ill,
For evil's self Thy light can kill.

O let that light upon us rise,
Lord! heal our wounds, and cleanse our ftains,
Fountain of grace! and with thy rains

Our barren spirits fertilize.

Bend with Thy fires our ftubborn will,
And quicken what the world would chill,
And homeward call the feet that ftray:
Virtue's reward, and final grace,
The Eternal vifion face to face,
Spirit of Love! for these we pray.

Come, Holy Spirit! bid us live;
To those who truft Thy mercy give

Joys that through endless ages flow:
Thy various gifts, foretaftes of heaven,
Those that are named Thy sacred Seven,

On us, O God of love, beftow.

Frederick Faber. 1856.


THEY talked of Jesus as they went;
And Jesus, all unknown,
Did at their fide himself present

With sweetness all his own.
Swift as He oped the sacred word,

His glory they discerned;
And swift, as his dear voice they heard,
Their hearts within them burned.

He would have left them, but that they
With prayers his love aflailed:

"Depart not yet! a little ftay!"
They prefled Him, and prevailed.

And Jesus was revealed, as there

He blefled and brake the bread:
But, while they marked his heavenly air,

The matchless Gueft had fled.

And thus at times, as Chriftians talk

Of Jesus and his word,
He joins two friends amidft their walk,

And makes, unseen, a third.
And O how sweet their converse flows!

Their holy theme how clear!
How warm with love each bosom glows,

If Jesus be but near!

And they that woo his vifits sweet,

And will not let Him go,
Oft, while his broken bread they eat,

His soul-felt presence know:
His gathered friends He loves to meet,

And fill with joy their faith,
When they with melting hearts repeat

The memory of his death.

But such sweet vifits here are brief;

Dispensed from ftage to ftage
(A cheering and a prized relief)

Of faith's hard pilgrimage.
There is a scene where Jesus ne'er,

Ne'er leaves his happy guefts;
He spreads a ceaseless banquet there,

And love ft ill fires their breafts.

Thomas Grinfield. 1836. CANA.

DEAR Friend, whose presence in the house,
Whose gracious word benign,
Could once at Cana's wedding feaft
Turn water into wine,—

Come vifit us, and when dull work

Grows weary, line on line, Revive our souls, and make us see

Life's water glow as wine.

Gay mirth fhall deepen into joy,

Earth's hopes fhall grow divine, When Jesus vifits us, to turn

Life's water into wine.

The social talk, the evening fire,

The homely household fhrine, Shall glow with angels' vifits when

The Lord pours out the wine!

For when self-seeking turns to love,
Which knows not mine and thine,

The miracle again is wrought,
And water changed to wine.

Rev. Jas. F. Clarke. 1856. LOVE.



OLOVED! but not enough, though dearer far
Than self and its moft loved enjoyments are;
None duly loves Thee, but who, nobly free
From sensual objects, finds his all in Thee.

Glory of God! thou ftranger here below,
Whom man nor knows, nor feels a wifh to know;
Our faith and reason are both fhocked to find
Man in the poft of honor, Thee behind.

My soul! reft happy in thy low eftate,
Nor hope nor wifti to be efteemed or great:
To take the impreflion of a Will Divine,
Be that thy glory, and those riches thine.

Confess Him righteous in his juft decrees,

Love what He loves, and let his pleasures please;

Die daily; from the touch of fin recede;

Then thou haft crowned Him, and He reigns indeed.

Madame Guyon. 1648-1717.

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