And Jesus was revealed, as there

He bleffed and brake the bread:

But, while they marked his heavenly air,
The matchless Guest had fled.

And thus at times, as Christians talk
Of Jesus and his word,

He joins two friends amidst their walk,
And makes, unseen, a third.

And O how sweet their converse flows!
Their holy theme how clear!

How warm with love each bosom glows,
If Jesus be but near!

And they that woo his vifits sweet,

And will not let Him go,

Oft, while his broken bread they eat,
His soul-felt presence know:
His gathered friends He loves to meet,
And fill with joy their faith,
When they with melting hearts repeat
The memory of his death.

But such sweet vifits here are brief;
Dispensed from stage to stage

(A cheering and a prized relief)
Of faith's hard pilgrimage.

There is a scene where Jesus ne'er,
Ne'er leaves his happy guests;
He spreads a ceaseless banquet there,
And love ftill fires their breasts.

Thomas Grinfield. 1836.

DE

CANA.

EAR Friend, whose presence in the house,
Whose gracious word benign,

Could once at Cana's wedding feast
Turn water into wine,—

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

Gay mirth fhall deepen into joy,
Earth's hopes fhall grow divine,
When Jesus vifits us, to turn
Life's water into wine.

The social talk, the evening fire,
The homely household fhrine,
Shall glow with angels' vifits when
The Lord pours out the wine!

For when self-seeking turns to love,
Which knows not mine and thine,

The miracle again is wrought,

And water changed to wine.

Rev. Jas. F. Clarke. 1856.

LOVE.

GLORY TO GOD ALONE.

LOVED! but not enough, though dearer far
Than self and its moft loved enjoyments are;

None duly loves Thee, but who, nobly free
From sensual objects, finds his all in Thee.

Glory of God! thou ftranger here below,

Whom man nor knows, nor feels a wish to know;
Our faith and reason are both fhocked to find
Man in the post of honor, Thee behind.

My soul! reft happy in thy low estate,
Nor hope nor wish to be efteemed or great :
To take the impreffion of a Will Divine,
Be that thy glory, and those riches thine.

Confess Him righteous in his juft decrees,
Love what He loves, and let his pleasures please;
Die daily; from the touch of fin recede;

Then thou haft crowned Him, and He reigns indeed.
Madame Guyon. 1648-1717.

A LITTLE BIRD I AM.

Composed in Prison.

A LITTLE bird I am,

Shut from the fields of air;

And in my cage I fit and fing

To Him who placed me there; Well pleased a prisoner to be, Because, my God, it pleases Thee.

Naught have I else to do;

I fing the whole day long;

And He whom moft I love to please

Doth listen to my song;

He caught and bound my wandering wing, But ftill He bends to hear me fing.

Thou haft an ear to hear,

A heart to love and bless;

And though my notes were e'er so rude, Thou wouldst not hear the less;

Because Thou knoweft, as they fall, That love, sweet love, inspires them all.

My cage confines me round;

Abroad I cannot fly;

But though my wing is closely bound,
My heart's at liberty.

My prison walls cannot control

The flight, the freedom, of the soul.

O, it is good to soar

These bolts and bars above, To Him whose purpose I adore, Whose providence I love; And in Thy mighty will to find

The joy, the freedom, of the mind.

Madame Guyon. 1648-1717.

PRISONS DO NOT EXCLUDE GOD.

In Prison.

TRONG are all the walls around me,

STR

That hold me all the day;

But they who thus have bound me
Cannot keep God away:

My very dungeon walls are dear,
Because the God I love is here.

They know, who thus oppress me, 'Tis hard to be alone;