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And on thy beauty feast. oy THROUGHOUT THE YEAR. 381 No sound, no harmony so gay, Can art or music frame ; No thoughts can reach, no words can say, The sweets of thy blest name. Jesus, our hope, when we repent, Sweet source of all our grace ; Sole comfort in our banishment, O ! what ! when face to face ! Jesus ! that name inspires my mind With springs of life and light ; More than I ask, in thee I find, And lavish in delight. No art or eloquence of man Can tell the joys of love ; Only the saints can understand What they in Jesus prove. Thee, then, I ’ll seek retired apart, From world and business free ; When these shall knock, I’ll shut my heart., And keep it all for thee. Before the morning light I *11 come, With Magdalen, to find, In sighs and tears, my Jesu’s tomb, And there refresh my mind. My tears upon his grave shall flow, My sighs the garden fill ; Then at his feet myself I ’ll throw, And there I ’ll seek his will. Jesus, in thy blest steps I ’ll tread, And walk in all thy ways ; I ’ll never cease to weep and plead Till I *m restored to grace. dbyGoO' VARIOUS HYMNS O King of love, thy blessed fire Does such sweet flames excite. That first it raises the desire, Then dlls us with delight. Thy lovely presence shines so dear Through every sense and way, That souls which once have seen thee near, See all things else decay. Come, then, dear Lord, possess my heart, Chase thence the shades of night ; Come pierce it with thy flaming dart. And ever shining lignt. Then I '11 for ever Jesus sing, And with the saints rejoice ; And both my heart and tongue shall bring Their tribute to my dearest King, In never-ending j oy s. Amen