Songs may arise of thankfulness.

I

My harp upon the willows, grave,
In weeping days is sadly hung,
For, Lord, the joy Thy presence gave,
Is from my soul in anguish wrung.

II

I think upon the peaceful hours,
With Thy companionship to please;
But now the world is shorn of flowers,
And birds are mute among the trees.

III

Wilt Thou not come as morning light?
As spring that wakes the sleeping earth?
As zephyrs on the tuneless night,
To stir my soul to holy mirth?

IV

O matchless Love! for me expressed,
O gift of Love surpassing great!
Wake love responsive in my breast,
And make my drooping soul elate.

V

My heart is strung; up heart, proclaim
In joyful strains the Love divine,
That stooped from highest heaven, and came
To earth to save this soul of mine;

VI

To free my heart from carking cares,
From trusting aught to fleshly aid;
To shew me sin's seductive snares,
That for unwary feet are laid.

VII

Blest Spirit of my God, return,
And o'er my life resume Thy sway,
That love within my soul may burn,
And quicken joy from day to day.

I

To Thee my soul enraptured sings,
O Thou, Immortal King of kings
Enthroned where glory shines;
The garland of the praises sweet,
That I would offer at Thy feet,
My grateful heart entwines.

II

More rare Thy beauty than the best
By highest heaven or earth possessed;
More radiant than the sun,
The glory shining from Thy face
That fills with light the holy place,
O Thou Immortal One!

III

Greater Thy might than lord of war,--
Thy vast dominions stretch afar
Beyond a kingly sway;
Thy hand upholds the earth and sea,
And heaven, and all that therein be,
Thy wise decrees obey.

IV

But not by rule of power alone
Are subjects loyal to Thy throne,
Thy love their fealty wins,--
A love that, by it