3 I thirst!--O God, great Source of Love! Infinite Life streams from above. O, give one drop, and let me live! The barren world has naught to give; No solace have its streams for me; I thirst alone for heaven and Thee. 237. P. M. Jones Very. Desires for God's Presence. 1 Wilt Thou not visit me? The plant beside me feels Thy gentle dew; Each blade of grass I see, From Thy deep earth its quickening moisture drew. 2 Wilt Thou not visit me? Thy morning calls on me with cheering tone; And every hill and tree Lend but one voice, the voice of Thee alone. 3 Come! for I need Thy love, More than the flower the dew, or grass the rain; Come, like Thy holy dove, And let me in Thy sight rejoice to live again. 4 Yes! Thou wilt visit me; Nor plant nor tree Thine eye delights so well, As when, from sin set free, Man's spirit comes with Thine in peace to dwell. 238. 7 & 6s. M. Anonymous. Aspiration. 1 Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings, Thy better portion trace! Rise, from transitory things, Towards heaven, thy native place! Sun, and moon, and stars decay; Time shall soon this earth remove; Rise, my soul, and haste away To seats prepared above! 2 Rivers to the ocean run, Nor stay in all their course; Fire, ascending, seeks the sun; Both speed them to their source; So the spirit, born of God, Pants to view His glorious face; Upward tends to His abode, To rest in His embrace. 239. P. M. Sarah F. Adams. Nearer to Thee. 1 Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me; Still all my song shall be,-- Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! 2 Though, like the wanderer, The sun gone down, Darkness be over me, My rest a stone; Yet in my dreams I'd be Nearer, my God, to Thee,-- Nearer to Thee! 3 There let the way appear, Steps unto heaven; All that Thou sendest me, In mercy given; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to Thee,-- Nearer to Thee! 4 Then with my waking thoughts, Bright with Thy praise, Out of my stony griefs, Bethel I'll raise; So by my woes to be Nearer, my God, to Thee,-- Nearer to Thee! 5 Or if on joyful wing, Cleaving the sky, Sun, moon, and stars forgot, Upward I fly; Still all my song shall be,-- Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! 240. S. M. Mme. Guion. Living Waters.