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1 Day divine! when in the temple,
To the first disciples came;
Glory new and treasure ample,
Mighty gifts and tongues of flame.
Day to happy souls commended,
When the Holy Ghost was given;
When the Comforter descended,
Bringing down the joy of heaven.

2 Hath the Holy Ghost been holden
By those ancient saints alone?
Only may the ages golden

Call the Comforter their own?
No; their portion we inherit,

Ours the sorrow, ours the sin;
We beseech the Holy Spirit,
We the Comforter would win.

COPYRIGHT 1875, BY E. TOUrjee.

L. F. SNOW.

3221. Till I learned to love Thy name, Lord, Thy grace denying, 2. Nothing could the world impart, Darkness held no morrow;

Faster.

3. When I learned to love Thy name. O Thou meek and lowly, 4. Henceforth shall Creation ring With Salvation's story,

Rapture kindled to a flame, Holy, holy, holy!
Till I rise with Thee to sing, Glo-ry, glory, glo ry!