1 O Love, how cheering is Thy ray! All pain before Thy presence flies; Care, anguish, sorrow, melt away, Where'er Thy healing beams arise: O Father! nothing may I see, And nought desire or seek, but Thee. 2 Unwearied may I this pursue, Dauntless to this high prize aspire; Each hour within my soul renew This holy flame, this heavenly fire; And day and night be all my care To guard the sacred treasure there. 3 O, that I as a little child May follow Thee, and never rest, Till sweetly Thou hast breathed a mild And lowly mind into my breast! Nor ever may we parted be, Till I become as one with Thee. 4 Still let Thy love point out my way; How wondrous things that love hath wrought! Still lead me, lest I go astray; Direct my word, inspire my thought; And if I fall, soon may I hear Thy voice, and know Thy love is near. 234. 7s. M. *Newton. For a Childlike Spirit. 1 Quiet, Lord, my froward heart; Make me loving, meek, and mild, Upright, simple, free from art; Make me as a little child; From distrust and envy free; Pleased with all that pleaseth Thee. 2 What Thou shalt to-day provide Let me as a child receive; What to-morrow may betide Calmly to Thy wisdom leave; 'Tis enough that Thou wilt care; Why should I the burden bear? 3 As a little child relies On a care beyond his own, Knows beneath his father's eyes He is never left alone; So would I with Thee abide, Thou my Father, Guard, and Guide! 235. S. M. Briggs' Coll. Walking with God. 1 Father, I will not pray Freedom from earthly ill; But may Thy peace be o'er my way With its dove-pinion still! 2 O, let a sense of Thee, Of Thy sustaining love, My bosom-guest forever be, Where'er I rest or move! 3 A heavenly light serene, With its unfading beams, Within my trusting heart be seen, More bright than childhood's dreams! 4 So let me walk with Thee, Thy presence round my way; Made by Thine aiding spirit free; Thy love, my joy and stay. 236. L. M. Miss Bremer. Thirst for Living Waters. 1 I thirst!--O, grant the waters pure Which they who drink shall thirst no more; O give me of that living stream, Which ever flows, with heavenly gleam, Forth from the presence of our God, Through fields by holy angels trod! 2 I thirst!--O bounteous Source of Truth, Give coolness to my fevered youth; Make the sick heart more strong and wise; Take spectral visions from mine eyes; O, let me quench my thirst in Thee, And pure, and strong, and holy be!