1. Children of God, who, faint and slow, Your pil - grim path pur - sue,
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.
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.
Listen to thy sup- pliant ones, Thou to whom all grace belongs.
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.
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