They drew around Him, — for they oft had felt

They drew around Him, — for they oft had felt
Cold hearts, and spirits wand'ring as they knelt;
Thoughts all too worthless, — words too poor to
Their depth of feeling, and their height of love;
And ever, labouring vainly to express
Their wants, — their wishes, — and their thankfulness.
They drew around Him — from His lips to learn,
(Whose grace could teach, whose love could answer prayer,)
Words to take with them, when their souls return
To mercy's throne, and seek acceptance there.
He spake — His voice the air with gladness stirr'd,
While in their hearts He dropp'd each sacred word,
Soft as the dews which evening skies distil —
With promised blessings — upon Zion's hill.