HYMNS.

"Thou art gone up on high, Thou hast led captivity captive, and received gifts for men."

JESUS hath gone; the face of earth
Is desolate and bare.

The blessed Feet of Mary's SON,
They tread the streets no more,
His soul-converting Voice gives not
Its music as before.

That Upper Room is Heaven on earth;
Within its precincts lie,

All that earth has of faith, or hope,
Or Heaven-born charity.

The Eye of GOD looks down on them,
His Love is centred there-
His SPIRIT yearns to be o'ercome
By their sweet strife of prayer.

The SPIRIT hears, and He consents
His Mission to fulfil ;

For what is asked, hath ever been
His own eternal Will.

For ever coming did He seem,
For ever on the wing;

His chosen Angels round His Throne
Now gazed, now ceased to sing.

The hour was come; the wings of Love
By His sure Will were freed:

The hour was come: the Eternal Three His Mission had decreed.

Then for His Love of worthless men,

His Love, no human worth,

-His beauteous wings the Dove outspread, And winged His Flight to earth.

O wondrous flight! He left not Heaven
Though earth's low fields He won,
But in the Bosom still reposed
Of FATHER and of SON.

O Flight! O blessed Flight of Love!
Let me Thy mercies share :
Grant it, sweet Dove! for my poor soul
Was part of JESU's Prayer.

"And suddenly, there came a sound from Heaven as of a rushing mighty Wind."

HE

E comes! He comes! That mighty Breath
From Heaven's eternal shores :

His uncreated freshness fills

His Bride, as she adores.

Earth quakes before that rushing blast,
Heaven echoes back the sound,
And mightily the tempest wheels
That Upper Room around.

One moment and the silentness
Was breathless as the grave:
The fluttered earth forgot to quake,
The troubled trees to wave.

One moment—and the SPIRIT hung
O'er them with dread desire :
Then broke upon the heads of all
In cloven tongues of fire.

What Gifts He gave those chosen men

Past ages can display:

Nay more, their vigour still inspires
The weakness of to-day.

The SPIRIT came into the Church
With His unfailing power:
He is the living Heart that beats
Within her at this hour.

Speak gently then of Church and Saints,
Lest you His ways reprove:
The Heat, the Pulses of the Church
Are GOD's Eternal Love.

Oh let us fall and worship Him,
The love of Sire and SON,

The Consubstantial Breath of GOD,
The Co-eternal One!

Ah! see how like the Incarnate Word
His Blessed Self He lowers,

To dwell with us invisibly,

And make His riches ours.

Most tender SPIRIT! Mighty GOD!
Sweet must Thy Presence be,
If loss of JESUS can be gain,
So long as we have Thee!

"The love of God is shed abroad in our hearts by the Holy Ghost."

GRACIOUS SPIRIT, HOLY GHOST,

Taught by Thee, we covet most

Of Thy gifts, at Pentecost,

Holy Heavenly Love.

Faith, that mountains could remove,
Tongues of earth, or Heaven above,
Knowledge of all things, empty prove
Without Heavenly Love.

Though I as a Martyr bleed,
Give my goods the poor to feed,
All is vain-if love I need ;

Therefore give me Love.

Love is kind, and suffers long,
Love is meek, and thinks no wrong,
Love than death itself mere strong;
Therefore give me Love.

Prophecy will fade away,
Melting in the light of day,
Love will ever with us stay;
Therefore give me Love.

Faith will vanish into sight,
Hope be emptied in delight,
Love in Heaven will shine more bright;
Therefore give me Love.

Faith and Hope and Love we see,
Loving hand and hand agree,
But the greatest of the three,
And the best is Love.

From the over-shadowing
Of Thy gold and silver Wing
Shed on us, who to Thee sing,
Holy, Heavenly Love.

"It is expedient for you that I go away, for if I go not away, the Comforter will not come unto you." THE days of hope and prayer are past,

The Day of Comfort dawns at last,

The everlasting Gates again

Roll back, and lo! a royal Train—