The Soul's Response

Lord Jesus, Thou hast swept our souls With living touches o'er,

Till all our being now responds

To praise Thee and adore. Life, flowing with resistless force

Through all our mortal frame, Springs up to Thee, exhaustless Source,

From whence the life-stream came. And when the music of Thy love

Breaks forth in fount-like strain, Our souls leap up, as leaps the hart

O'er mountain and o'er plain, Till every chord and every string

Vibrates within our souls, And, like a river's onward sweep,

The voiceless anthem rolls. And thus 'twill be, till we ascend

To where the heart of God Shall strike in deepest melodies

The eternal, ceaseless chord. M. B. B.