(Psa. 5 :3.)

When upon the purple mountain
Plays the smile of infant day,
And the vale's secluded fountain
Sparkles 'neath the crimson ray,
Brighter, purer light, Lord Jesus,
Greets one upward look to Thee!

Hidden springs of joy are opened
In the hush of that calm hour,
Crystal depths of love, revealing
Wondrous stores of peace and power,
To the heart that to Thy beauty
Opens like the morning flower.

Fairer than the Orient glory
Is Thy countenance divine:
Come, Thou "Altogether lovely,"
Now upon my spirit shine:
Let Thy grace today be mirrored
In this "mortal flesh " of mine !

J. M. Gordon