91. Thanksgiving after Communion

Jesus, gentlest Saviour!
God of might and power I
Thou Thyself art dwelling
In us at this hour.

Nature cannot hold Thee.
Heaven is all too strait
For Thine endless glory,
And Thy royal state.

Out beyond the shining
Of the furthest star,
Thou art ever stretching
Infinitely far.

Yet hearts of children
Hold what worlds cannot,
And the God of wonders
Loves the lowly spot.

As men to their gardens
Go to seek sweet flowers,
In our hearts dear Jesus
Seeks them at all hours.

Jesus, gentlest Saviour!
Thou art in us now;
Fill us full of goodness,
-'111 our hearts overflow.

Pray the prayer within us
That to heaven shall rise;
Sing the song that angels
Sing above the skies,

Multiply our graces,
Chiefly love and fear,
And, dear Lord! the chiefest—
Grace to persevere.

Oh, how can we thank Thee
For a gift like this.
Gift that truly maketh
Heaven's eternal bliss?

All! when wilt Thou always
Make our hearts Thy home?
We must wait for heaven, —
Then the day will come*

!N'ow at least we'll keep Thee
All the time we may;
But Thy grace and blessing
We will keep alway.

When our hearts Thou leavest,
Worthless though they be^
Give them to Thy Mother
To be kept for Thee,