hly strife,
Upon His spirit fell.

III

And there a voice whose soothing tone
The trusting spirit filled,
Came with that grace by which alone
Our great unrest is stilled.

IV

O may the blessed thought, divine,
That moved the Christ to prayer,
Our weary, anxious souls incline
Like peace and joy to share;

V

And on the mount where God is met,
May we the solace know,
That found His soul on Olivet,
Who shared our life below.

I

Like music at the stilly hour,
When twilight veils the light of day,
A gentle voice, with winning power,
Allured me from the world away.

II

It made me sad, because I thought
That love undying I could spurn;
It made me glad, because it brought
A loving message in return.

III

Ah, then the Christ my sin revealed,
And bade me cast the barrier down,
And rise to things from eyes concealed,
More lasting than the world's renown.

IV

I found the pathway to the cross,
And lo, my blindness passed away,
For radiant sunlight swept across
The darkness that had led astray.

V

'Twas then that Christ, in all His love,
In all His beauty won my soul;--
Now, for the treasures stored above,
I thrust aside the world's control.

I

O Lord, Thou in the hour of need,
Didst succour those who sought Thine aid,--
The faint revive, the hungry feed,--
And on the sick thine hand was laid.

II

Our needy souls Thy help would crave,
For faint they droop, and hungry pine,--
Lord, from their mortal sickness save,
And heal them by Thy power divine.

III

Where memories weave a sombre web,
And sighs reveal the heart distressed,
Where joys that flowed, in murmurs ebb,
And buoyant souls are sore oppressed;

IV

Come as of yore, all helpful, come,
And let Thy loving kindness bless,
That, where the voice of praise is dumb,