VENI SANCTE SPIRITUS. OME, Holy Spirit! from the height, COM Of heaven send down Thy bleffed 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 Refreshment and her Guest, The sweetest 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, Lord! heal our wounds, and cleanse our stains, Fountain of grace! and with thy rains Our barren spirits fertilize. Bend with Thy fires our ftubborn will, Virtue's reward, and final grace, Come, Holy Spirit! bid us live; Joys that through endless ages flow: Frederick Faber. 1855. HOLY COMMUNION. HEY talked of Jesus as they went; THE 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, He would have left them, but that they And Jesus was revealed, as there He bleffed and brake the bread: But, while they marked his heavenly air, And thus at times, as Christians talk He joins two friends amidst their walk, And O how sweet their converse flows! How warm with love each bosom glows, And they that woo his vifits sweet, Oft, while his broken bread they eat, But such sweet vifits here are brief; Thomas Grinfield. 1836. CANA. EAR Friend, whose presence in the house, Could once at Cana's wedding feaft Turn water into wine, Come vifit us, and when dull work Gay mirth fhall deepen into joy, The social talk, the evening fire, For when self-seeking turns to love, The miracle again is wrought, And water changed to wine. Rev. Jas. F. Clarke. 1856. LOVE. GLORY TO GOD ALONE. LOVED! but not enough, though dearer far None duly loves Thee, but who, nobly free Glory of God! thou ftranger here below, Whom man nor knows, nor feels a wifh to know; My soul! reft happy in thy low estate, Confess Him righteous in his just decrees, Then thou haft crowned Him, and He reigns indeed. |