Oh! Holy Ghost, of joy the Oil, Whom God from Heaven giveth, Refresh me, pour into my soul What heart and flesh reviveth. Of glory, Thou the Spirit art, Know'st what in heav'n shall be my part Of grace, joy, consolation! How fair 'twill be, ah! let me gaze Upon the life so glorious, That Thou wilt give to those who pass Through trials sore, victorious. The earth with all its treasures fair Can never with this life compare, They pale and fade before it. Thou'lt deal with me so graciously, I'll endless joy be tasting, For trials known to Thee and me Have glory everlasting. Thou'lt wipe the tear-drop from mine eyes, To exultation turn my sighs, Lord! I believe it. Amen! UNDER THE CROSS WHEN GOD DELAYS HIS HELP. Father of mercies! God most high, Deign graciously to hear me, Thou say'st, "Knock at my door and cry, In time of need draw near me. As urgently Thou long'st, to thee I'll come to help and raise thee, That with thy mouth, In very truth, Thou joyfully may'st praise me." Commit to God, both morn and night, Thy ways, and doings ever; He knoweth how to guide thee right, And always will deliver. To Him reveal Whate'er dost feel Thy heart to sorrow moveth; He is Thy Lord, Knows how to guard And shield thee whom He loveth. For His belovèd child will care The faithful loving Father; Who righteous and believing are, He to His rest will gather. Then, people dear, Hope ever here On Him who aye relieves you; His throne before Your hearts outpour, Tell Him whatever grieves you! Ah! God our Shield! Thy word how sweet It sounds to Thine afflicted: "I'll come to thee with succour meet, When thy heart is dejected. He loveth me, So lov'd shall be, Secure for aye I'll make him, From care all free Shall sit by me, I'll to my bosom take him." The Lord to them is ever nigh Who trustfully draw near Him, He's at their side whene'er they cry, Helps them o'ercome, who fear Him. In misery Who low do lie, He raiseth and relieveth, And joy imparts To fainting hearts, Them pow'r and might he giveth. "In truth, who my great name doth fear," Saith Christ, "and firm believeth, God doth regard his pray'r sincere, His heart's wish freely giveth." Then one and all Draw near and call, Who asketh, he obtaineth; Who seeketh there, The fruit so fair With great advantage gaineth.