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VENI SANCTE SPIRITUS.
COME, Holy Spirit! from the height,
The Soul's Refrefhment and her Gueft,
The sweeteft Solace in our woe!
And make our inward fervor glow.
Where Thou art, Lord! there is no ill,
O let that light upon us rise,
Our barren spirits fertilize.
Bend with Thy fires our ftubborn will,
Come, Holy Spirit! bid us live;
Joys that through endless ages flow:
On us, O God of love, beftow.
Frederick Faber. 1856.
THEY talked of Jesus as they went;
With sweetness all his own.
His glory they discerned;
He would have left them, but that they
"Depart not yet! a little ftay!"
And Jesus was revealed, as there
He blefled and brake the bread:
The matchless Gueft had fled.
And thus at times, as Chriftians talk
Of Jesus and his word,
And makes, unseen, a third.
Their holy theme how clear!
If Jesus be but near!
And they that woo his vifits sweet,
And will not let Him go,
His soul-felt presence know:
And fill with joy their faith,
The memory of his death.
But such sweet vifits here are brief;
Dispensed from ftage to ftage
Of faith's hard pilgrimage.
Ne'er leaves his happy guefts;
And love ft ill fires their breafts.
Thomas Grinfield. 1836. CANA.
DEAR Friend, whose presence in the house,
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,
The miracle again is wrought,
Rev. Jas. F. Clarke. 1856. LOVE.
GLORY TO GOD ALONE.
OLOVED! but not enough, though dearer far
Glory of God! thou ftranger here below,
My soul! reft happy in thy low eftate,
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.