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1. Children of God, who, faint and slow, Your pil - grim path pur - sue,

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2 Why move ye thus, with lingering tread, I Dear Friend, whose presence in the house,
A doubting, mournful band?
Why faintly hangs the drooping head?
Why fails the feeble hand?

3 Oh! weak to know a Saviour's power,
To feel a Father's care;
A moment's toil, a passing shower,
Is all the grief ye share.

4 The orb of light, though clouds awhile
May hide his noon-tide ray,

Shall soon in lovelier beauty smile

To gild the closing day,

Whose gracious word benign,
Could once at Cana's wedding feast
Turn water into wine,—

2 Come visit us, and when dull work
Grows weary, line on line,
Revive our souls and make us see
Life's waters glow as wine.

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

5 And, bursting through the dusky shroud 4 The social talk, the evening fire,
That dared his power invest,
Ride throned in light o'er every cloud,
Triumphant to his rest.

6 Then, Christian, dry the falling tear,
The faithless doubt remove;
Redeemed at last from guilt and fear,
Oh, wake thy heart to love.

Bowdler.

The homely household shrine,
Shall glow with angels' visits when
The Lord pours out the wine.

5 For when self-seeking turns to love,
Which knows not mine and thine,
The miracle again is wrought,
And water changed to wine.

J. F. Clarke.

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Listen to thy sup- pliant ones, Thou to whom all grace belongs.

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I What is this that stirs within,
Loving goodness, hating sin,-
Always craving to be blest,
Finding here below no rest?

2 What is it? and whither, whence,
This unsleeping, secret sense,
Longing for its rest and food
In some hidden, untried good?

3 'Tis the soul,— mysterious name,—
Him it seeks from whom it came:
While I muse, I feel the fire
Burning on, and mounting higher.

4 Onward, upward, to thy throne,
O thou Infinite! Unknown!
Still it presseth, till it see
Thee in all, and all in thee.

W. H. Furness.

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