April 18
Companions of the Way (Morning)He shall come down like rain upon the mown grass, as showers that water the earth.
WILT Thou not visit me? The plant beside me feels Thy gentle dew; And every blade of grass I see, From Thy deep earth its quickening moisture drew.
Wilt Thou not visit me? The morning calls on me with cheering tone; And every hill and tree Lends but one voice, the voice of Thee alone.
Come, for I need Thy love, More than the flower the dew, or grass the rain; Come, gently as Thy holy Dove, And let me in Thy sight rejoice to live again.
Yes, Thou wilt visit me, Nor plant nor tree Thine eye delights so well, As when, from sin set free, My spirit loves with Thine in peace to dwell.
JONES VERY
THE INMOST GUEST