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And water'd with more balmy showers,

Than e'er distillid
In Eden, on th' ambrosial bowers-

Yet nought we yield.

Largely Thou givest, gracious Lord, Largely thy gifts should be restord; Freely Thou givest, and thy word

Is, “ freely give." He only, who forgets to hoard,

Has learn'd to live.

Wisely Thou givest-all around
Thine equal rays are resting found,
Yet varying so on various ground

They pierce and strike,
That not two roseate cups are crown'd

With dew alike :

Even so, in silence, likest Thee,
Steals on soft-handed Charity,

e St. Matt. x. 8.

Tempering her gifts, that seem so free,

By time and place,
Till not a woe the bleak world see,

But finds her grace:

Eyes to the blind, and to the lame
Feet, and to sinners wholesome blame,
To starving bodies food and flame

By turns she brings,
To humbled souls, that sink for shame,

Lends heaven-ward wings :

Leads them the way our Saviour went, And shews Love's treasure yet unspent ; As when th' unclouded heavens were rent

Opening his road, Nor yet his Holy Spirit sent

To our abode.

Ten days th' eternal doors display'd
Were wondering (so th’ Almighty bade)
Whom Love enthron'd would send, in aid

Of souls that mourn,


Left orphans in Earth's dreary shade

As soon as born.

Open they stand, that prayers in throngs
May rise on high, and holy songs,
Such incense as of right belongs

To the true shrine,
Where stands the Healer of all wrongs

In light divine ;

The golden censer in his hand,
He offers hearts from every land,
Tied to his own by gentlest band

Of silent Love:
About Him winged blessings stand

In act to move.

A little while, and they shall fleet
From Heaven to Earth, attendants meet
On the life-giving Paraclete

Speeding his flight,
With all that sacred is and sweet,

On saints to light.

Apostles, Prophets, Pastors, all
Shall feel the shower of Mercy fall,
And starting at th’ Almighty's call,

Give what He gave,
Till their high deeds the world appall,

And sinners save.


And suddenly there came a sound from heaven, as of a rushing mighty wind, and it filled all the house where they were sitting : and there appeared unto them cloven tongues, like as of fire, and it sat upon each of them : and they were all filled with the Holy Ghost. Acts ii, 2, 3.

WHEN God of old came down from Heaven,

and wrath he came; Before his feet the clouds were riven,

Half darkness and half flame:

Around the trembling mountain's base

The prostrate people lay, Convinc'd of sin, but not of grace;

It was a dreadful day.

But when He came the second time,
He came


and love, Softer than gale at morning prime

Hover'd his holy Dove.

The fires that rush'd on Sinai down

In sudden torrents dread,
Now gently light, a glorious crown,

On every sainted head.

Like arrows went those lightnings forth

Wing'd with the sinner's doom, But these, like tongues, o'er all the earth

Proclaiming life to come:

And as on Israel's awe-struck ear

The voice exceeding loud, The trump, that angels quake to hear,

Thrilld from the deep, dark cloud,

So, when the Spirit of our God

Came down his flock to find, A voice from heaven was heard abroad,

A rushing, mighty wind.

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