All my desire Thou grantest whatsoer I ask! Was ever mythic tale or dream so bold as this reality, This stream of boundless blessings flowing full and free? Yet more than I have thought or asked of Thee Out of Thy royal bounty still Thou givest me. Now--I will turn to my own land and tell, What I myself have seen and heard of Thee, And give Thine own sweet message, "Come and see" And yet in heart and mind for ever dwell With Thee, my King of Peace, in loyal rest, Within the fair pavilion of Thy presence blest. J R HAVERGAL Our King O Saviour, precious Saviour, Whom yet unseen we love, O Name of might and favour, All other names above! We worship Thee, we bless Thee To Thee alone we sing We praise Thee, and confess Thee Our holy Lord and King In Thee all fulness dwelleth, All grace and power divine, The glory that excelleth, O Son of God, is Thine! We worship Thee, we bless Thee To Thee alone we sing, We praise Thee and confess Thee, Our glorious Lord and King [Illustration] Led in Peace. "_Ye shall go out with joy and be led forth with peace._" Is. IV. 12. With joy thou shalt be girded, With peace thou shalt be led; And everlasting glory shall rest upon thy head; The hills break forth in singing; the shadows flee away: This is thy King and Saviour-- He will not say thee "Nay!" [Illustration] His Presence Oh Saviour if Thy presence here Can such bright joy impart What must it be in that sweet home Where Thou its glory art Here through faith's vision small and fine One glimpse of Thy dear face Kindles a glow in lonely hearts, No cloud can e'er efface. Cecilia Havergal [Illustration] Springs of Peace Springs of peace, when conflict heightens Thine uplifted eye shall see, Peace that strengthens calms, and brightens, Peace itself a victory. Springs of comfort strangely springing Through the bitter wells of woe, Founts of hidden gladness, bringing Joy that earth can ne'er bestow [Illustration: ] The Welcome to the King Midst the darkness, storm, and sorrow One bright gleam I see, Well I know the blessed morrow Christ will come for me Midst the light and peace and glory Of the Fathers home, Christ for me is watching, waiting-- Waiting till I come Long the blessed Guide has led me By the desert road; Now I see the golden towers-- City of my God. There amidst the love and glory, He is waiting yet; On His hands a name is graven, He can ne'er forget. There amidst the songs of heaven-- Sweeter to His ear Is the footfall through the desert, Ever drawing near. There, made ready are the mansions, Glorious, bright and fair; But the Bride the Father gave Him Still is wanting there.