To those who seek, ah! Thou art found Far more than all desire— A living fount whose streams abound, A flame of heavenly fire. V What tongue can e’er the charm express? What words its beauty show? For Thy dear name’s sweet loveliness No heart can ever know. VI Who only taste the heavenly bread, They hunger for the feast; Who drink of Christ, the Fountainhead, But find their thirst increase. VII O Jesus, to my fainting heart When wilt Thou come to speak? O, when to me Thy bliss impart, And more than I can seek? VIII O I will feed and hunger still, O I will drink and pine Till Thou my famished spirit fill With that blest name of Thine. Tuesday Morning O DEUS, EGO AMO TE, NAM PRIOR TU AMASTI ME Credited by many to the composer of the hymn which opens with identically the same line, but proceeds quite differently. It is, however, doubtful if this is the composition of Xavier; more probably it is the breathing of desire on the part of some now unknown German Jesuit of the seventeenth century. I My heart goes forth in love to Thee, O God, who first hast lovèd me; My freedom, lo, I lay aside, Thy willing slave whate’er betide. II May memory ne’er a thought suggest, That comes not forth at Thy behest; And may the mind no wisdom know, That God all wise doth not bestow. III May nothing be desired by me, Save what I know is willed by Thee; And what of Thine I e’er attain, I render back to Thee again. IV Take what Thou gavest—all is Thine; Dispose as suits Thy will divine; Rule, Lover of my soul; I rest In Thy blest will who knowest best. V That I may love Thee as I will, O let Thy love my bosom fill; This gift alone endureth aye— All else are dreams that flit away. Tuesday Evening TE LUCIS ANTE TERMINUM Sometimes ascribed to St. Ambrose. It is found in eleventh-century _Hymnaria_ of the English Church, and in the Breviaries of Rome, Paris, Sarum, York, and Aberdeen, generally as a hymn at Compline. I Maker of the world, we pray, Ere the dark of night surround us, Let Thy love beside us stay, Throw protecting arms around us. II Phantoms of the night away! Let no evil dream affect us; Pure as falls the light of day, From the taint of sin protect us. III