2. Come, visit us! and when dull work
Grows weary, line on line,
Revive our souls, and let us see
Life's water turned to wine.

3. Gay mirth shall deepen into joy,
Earth's hopes grow half divine,
When Jesus visits us, to make
Life's water glow as wine.

4. The social talk, the evening fire,
The homely household shrine,
Grow bright with angel visits, when
The Lord pours out the wine.

5. For when self-seeking turns to love,
Not knowing mine nor thine,
The miracle again is wrought,
And water turned to wine.

J. F. CLARKE,

1. DEAR Jesus! ever at my side,
How loving must Thou be

To leave Thy home in heaven to guard
A little child like me.

2. Thy beautiful and shining face
I see not, though so near;

The sweetness of Thy soft low voice
I am too deaf to hear.

3. I can not feel Thee touch my hand
With pressure light and mild,
To check me, as my mother did
When I was but a child.

4. But I have felt Thee in my thoughts
Fighting with sin for me;

And when my heart loves God, I know
The sweetness is from Thee.

597.

5. And when, dear Saviour! I kneel down
Morning and night to prayer,
Something there is within my heart
Which tells me Thou art there.

6. Yes! when I pray, Thou prayest too-
Thy prayer is all for me;
But when I sleep, Thou sleepest not,
But watchest patiently.

Doxology. C. M.

To God the Father, glory be,
And to His only Son;

The same, O Holy Ghost! to Thee,
While ceaseless ages run.

C. M.

1. My God! the spring of all my joys,
The life of my delights,

The glory of my brightest days,
And comfort of my nights.

2. In darkest shades if He appear,
My dawning is begun!

He is my soul's sweet morning star,
And He my rising sun.

3. The opening heavens around me shine
With beams of sacred bliss,

While Jesus shows His heart is mine,
And whispers, "I am His !"

4. My soul would leave this heavy clay
At that transporting word,
Run up with joy the shining way,
T'embrace my dearest Lord.

5. Fearless of hell, and ghastly death,
I'd break through every foe;
The wings of love, and arms of faith,
Should bear me conqueror through.

FABER.

WATTS.

599.

Lord?

1. Do not I love Thee, O my
Behold my heart and see;
And turn the dearest idol out
That dares to rival Thee.

2. Is not Thy name melodious still
To mine attentive ear?

Doth not each pulse with pleasure bound,
My Saviour's voice to hear?

3. Hast Thou a lamb in all Thy flock
I would disdain to feed?

Hast Thou a foe before whose face

I fear Thy cause to plead?

4. Would not my heart pour
In honor of Thy name?

forth its blood

And challenge the cold hand of death
To damp th' immortal flame?

5. Thou knowest I love Thee, dearest Lord;
But O! I long to soar

Far from the sphere of mortal joys,
And learn to love Thee more.

C. M.

DODDRIDGE.

1. DEAREST of all the names above,
My Saviour and my God,

Who can resist Thy heavenly love,
Or trifle with Thy blood?

2. 'Tis by the merits of Thy death
Thy Father smiles again;
'Tis by Thine interceding breath
The Spirit dwells with men.

3. Till God in human flesh I see,
My thoughts no comfort find;
The holy, just, and sacred Three
Are terrors to my mind.

600.

4. But if Immanuel's face appear,

My hope, my joy, begin;

His name forbids my slavish fear;
His grace removes my sin.

5. While Jews on their own law rely,
And Greeks of wisdom boast,

I love th' incarnate mystery,
And there I fix my trust.

WATTS.

C. M.

1. O How the thought of God attracts
And draws the heart from earth,
And sickens it of passing shows
And dissipating mirth!

2. God only is the creature's home,
Though long and rough the road;
Yet nothing less can satisfy

The love that longs for God.

3. O utter but the name of God

Down in your heart of hearts,
And see how from the world at once
All tempting light departs.

4. A trusting heart, a yearning eye,
Can win their way above;

If mountains can be moved by faith,
Is there less power in love?

5. How little of that road, my soul!
How little hast Thou gone!

Take heart, and let the thought of God
Allure thee further on.

6. Dole not thy duties out to God,
But let thy hand be free;

Look long at Jesus; His sweet blood,
How was it dealt to thee?

601.

7. The perfect way is hard to flesh;
It is not hard to love;

If thou wert sick for want of God
How swiftly wouldst thou move!

C. M.

1. O SINNER, bring not tears alone,
Or outward form of prayer,
But let it in thy heart be known
That penitence is there.

FABER.

2. To smite the breast, the clothes to rend,
God asketh not of thee;

Thy secret soul He bids thee bend
In true humility.

3. O, let us, then, with heartfelt grief,
Draw near unto our God,

And pray to Him to grant relief,
And stay the lifted rod.

4. O righteous Judge, if Thou wilt deign
To grant us what we need,
We pray for time to turn again,
And grace to turn indeed.

1. O GIFT of gifts! O grace of faith!
My God! how can it be

BREVIARY.

That Thou, who hast discerning love,
Shouldst give that gift to me?

2. How many hearts thou mightst have had
More innocent than mine!

How many souls more worthy far

Of that sweet touch of Thine!

3. Ah, grace! into unlikeliest hearts
It is thy boast to come,

The glory of thy light to find
In darkest spots a home.