Till Thou shalt open wide for me
Assured 'tis not too late,

Thy Love to know, Thy welcome hear,
And enter Mercy's Gate!

Till Thou prepare my soul to bear

The joy of mine estate;

And from such guilt forever there,
Such boundless Love narrate
That countless millions could redeem
From their deserved fate,

In heaven the monuments to be
Of pardoning grace so great,

That only God's Eternity

Could measure or conceive

For mortal and created minds (Gethsemane and Calvary)

To witness and believe!

And when the Crucified shall come,
The Crown of Faith receive!

Lord, help our hearts to Thee the praise

Of all such faith to give!

Who couldst from such dread unbelief,

Our dying souls restore,

And raise us up to know in heaven

Thy Love for evermore!

THE GLORY OF CHRIST'S PRESENCE.

MY God! Thy presence with delight

My daily life doth fill;

The source of all my happiness,

My shield from every ill!

For every day, each hasty hour,
Thy loving grace I see;

Oh never, never, never more,
Let me depart from Thee.

If aught of blessedness I know,
It is Thy gift alone,

And if I offer aught to Thee

I give Thee but Thine own.

From day to night, from night to dawn,
Thy mercy is my guide;

I never can be far from Thee,
But in Thy love abide.

Out of the depths I cry to Thee,

And wait Thy word from heaven,
More than they watch the morning light,
By storm and tempest driven.

Oh Thou, my Life, my Light, my All!
Still keep, as heretofore,

My going forth, my coming in,

Now and for evermore.

THE CHILD'S SPRING SONG.

THE grass is springing, the birds are singing

How do? How do? How do?

The buds they open, and blossoms answer

And you? And you? And you?

The blossoms are coming, the buds are open,

And oh, how sweet they smile on you!

The violets blue, to lovers true,

The cowslips golden, the hare-bells purple,
The kiss-me-jennies, for me and you!

The grass is springing, the birds are singing,

'Tis true! 'Tis true! 'Tis true!

Take Nature at her word, and come,

As if the roses were your home,
And honey-cups were made for you
To drink the sweetest morning dew.
Come forth and fill your little fist
With May-flowers that the sun hath kist,
And by such kisses waked to see
How they could fill your heart with glee
To listen to their melody!.

LOVE DIVINE.

LOVE Divine! How blest its power,

From childhood to the dying hour! What so omnipotent as Love!

All power, all Majesty above!

The cedars of the earth it breaks,
The mountains to their base it shakes;

It sets the distant orbs aflame,
In adoration of His name,
Who from Eternity afar,

Kindled with ecstasy each star!
It calms the anguish of the mind,
In sweet submissive peace resigned;
Forbears the injuries of years,

Arrests the drops of falling tears.
It heals the wounds of deep remorse,

And guilt deprives of all its force;
It turns old age to infancy,

And manhood into boyish glee;

Fills maidens sweet as breath of June When clouds sweep past the silent moon, With thoughts that rise, distinct and clear, From the deep heaven of souls sincere.

THE SOUL CREATED AND KEPT FOR GOD.

IF Thou but make me wholly Thine,

What can I think or ask for more?

If Thou art mine, and I am Thine,

In Faith, and Hope, and Love Divine—
If all these graces sweetly shine,

As Christ on earth their pattern gave,
And rose, Death's Conqueror, from the grave,
His righteousness in Heaven shall be
Transfigured through such grace in me,
From all my guilt forever free,
To wear in such blest liberty,
His image through Eternity.

So bright the justice of His Laws,
His dying Love my righteous cause,
To plead before His Father's throne
With intercessions not mine own,
But only by His Spirit breathed,

For such as in His Death believed:
Taking the chief of sinners' place
The Sacrificial Lamb, to trace,

For contrite hearts, the heavenly road
Of pardoning mercy up to God!