By the hope thy name inspires, To a blest eternity. 40. Divine Providence. BEHOLD the lilies of the field, They neither toil nor sow; Yet God doth all things needful yield, Not Solomon in glory shone Like one of these poor flowers, Oh, then away with fear and care He is our Father, and he knows 41. If e'er my heart in riper years. Ir e'er my heart in riper years Shall beat with anguish, grief, or fears, My Jesus he will hear each moan, And gently say, "Thou'rt not alone." Though fled were every earthly friend I still may seek my Saviour's throne, To whom thou saidst, "Thou'rt not alone." 42. Hymn to Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament. O JESU, it were surely sweet With those who in thy life drew near Or, safe embark'd in Peter's boat, Yet sweeter far it is to pray Yes, Jesus! thou art hidden thus Ah, since it is thy chief delight To dwell with us both day and night, Both night and day to stay with thee. 43. Hymn of Thanksgiving after Communion. (1.) WHAT happiness can equal mine? Is come to me from heav'n above. His flesh becomes my daily bread; He pours on me his healing blood, And with his life my soul is fed. My love is mine, and I am his; In me he dwells, in him I live: Where could I taste a purer bliss? What greater boon could Jesus give? O royal banquet! heav'nly feast! O flowing fount of life and grace! Where God the Giver, man the guest, Meet and unite in sweet embrace. Dear Jesus, now my heart is thine, O world, thy charms I now despise ! For Christ himself is with me here, My joy, my life, my paradise. 44. Hymn of Thanksgiving after Communion. (II.) AH! what is this enchanting calm Unknown, unfelt, from earthly things? Art ravishing my heart with bliss; Thy presence is within me now : Ah! could I ask a boon like this? Yes! stooping from thy throne above, Thou wilt not dwell from man apart; Thy dearest home becomes, through love, The tabernacle of my heart. LONDON: PRINTED BY LEVEY, ROBSON, AND FRANKLYN, Great New Street and Fetter Lane. |