HOU art the Way; and he who fighs, THO Amid this ftarless wafte of woe, To find a pathway to the skies, A light from heaven's eternal glow, By Thee must come, thou Gate of love, Through which the saints undoubting trod, Till faith discovers, like the dove, An ark, a resting-place in God. Thou art the Truth, whose steady day The Lamp that fhines e'en in the tomb; Thou art the Life, the bleffed Well Which those that drink fhall ever dwell Thou art the mystic Pillar given, Our Lamp by night, our Light by day; Thou art the sacred Bread from heaven; Thou art the Life, the Truth, the Way. THE HOLY SPIRIT. OME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, COM With all thy quickening powers, Kindle a flame of sacred love In these cold hearts of ours. In vain we tune our formal songs, Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, Isaac Watts. 1674-1748. COM COME, MIGHTY SPIRIT. OME, mighty Spirit, penetrate This heart and soul of mine And my whole being with thy grace Pervade, O Life divine! As this clear air surrounds the earth, As from these clouds drops down in love So from thyself pour down the flood As these fair flowers exhale their scent So from thyself let fragrance breathe, Thus life within our lifeless hearts And we shall shine in beauteous light, Filled with the light of God. H. Bonar. 1860. VENI SANCTE SPIRITUS. COME, Holy Spirit! from the height, Of heaven send down Thy blessed light! Come, Father of the friendless poor! Giver of gifts, and Light of hearts, Come with that unction which imparts Such consolations as endure. The Soul's Refreshment and her Gueft, The sweeteft Solace in our woe! And make our inward fervor glow. Where Thou art, Lord! there is no ill, O let that light upon us rise, Lord! heal our wounds, and cleanse our ftains, Bend with Thy fires our ftubborn will, Virtue's reward, and final grace, Come, Holy Spirit! bid us live; Joys that through endless ages flow: Frederick Faber. 1856. HOLY COMMUNION. HEY talked of Jesus as they went; THE And Jesus, all unknown, Did at their fide himself present With sweetness all his own. Swift as He oped the sacred word, His glory they discerned; And swift, as his dear voice they heard, He would have left them, but that they |