3 He came, sweet influence to impart, A gracious, willing guest, While he can find one humble heart Wherein to rest. 4 And his that gentle voice we hear, Soft as the breeze of even, That checks each fault, that calms each fear, And speaks of heaven. 423 P. M. The peace of God. Phil. 4:7. We ask for peace, O Lord! Thy children ask thy peace; Not what the world calls rest, That toil and care should cease, That through bright sunny hours Calm life should fleet away, And tranquil night should fade In smiling day— It is not for such peace that we would pray. 2 We ask for peace, O Lord! Yet not to stand secure, Girt round with iron pride, Contented to endure: Crushing the gentle strings, That human hearts should know, Untouched by others’ joys Or others’ woe; Thou, O dear Lord, wilt never teach us so. 3 We ask thy peace, O Lord! Through storm, and fear, and strife, To light and guide us on, Through a long struggling life: While no success or gain Shall cheer the desperate fight, Or nerve, what the world calls, Our wasted might: Yet pressing through the darkness to the light. 4 It is thine own, O Lord! Who toil while others sleep, Who sow with loving care What other hands shall reap: They lean on thee entranced In calm and perfect rest: Give us that peace, O Lord! Divine and blest, Thou keepest for those hearts who love thee best. 424 H. M. He will give the Holy Spirit, etc. Luke 11:13. O Thou that hearest prayer, Attend our humble cry, And let thy servants share Thy blessings from on high: We plead the promise of thy word; Grant us thy Holy Spirit, Lord. 2 If earthly parents hear Their children when they cry— If they, with love sincere, Their varied wants supply— Much more wilt thou thy love display, And answer when thy children pray. 425 C. H. M. The world knoweth us not. 1 John 3:1. Let others boast their ancient line, In long succession great; In the proud list let heroes shine, And monarchs swell the state, Descended from the King of kings, Each saint a nobler title sings. 2 Pronounce me, gracious God, thy son, Own me an heir divine; I’ll pity princes on the throne, When I can call thee mine: Scepters and crowns unenvied rise, And lose their luster in my eyes. 3 Content, obscure, I pass my days, To all I meet unknown, And wait till thou thy child shalt raise, And seat me near thy throne: No name, no honors here I crave, Well pleased with those beyond the grave.