"I am _so_ glad you have come, papa," she said, her whole
face lighting up with pleased surprise.
"Are you?" he answered with a smile. "I'm afraid I am spoiling
you; but I can't help it to-night. I think you forget your wish to
repeat some verses to me?"
"Oh! yes, papa!" she said, "but may I say them now?"
He nodded assent, and she went on. "They are some Miss Rose sent
me in one of her letters. She cut them out of a newspaper, she
said, and sent them to me because she liked them so much; and I
too think they are very sweet. The piece is headed:
"'THE PILGRIM'S WANTS.'
"'I want a sweet sense of Thy pardoning love,
That my manifold sins are forgiven;
That Christ, as my Advocate, pleadeth above,
That my name is recorded in heaven.
"'I want every moment to feel
That thy Spirit resides in my heart--
That his power is present to cleanse and to heal,
And newness of life to impart.
"'I want--oh! I want to attain
Some likeness, my Saviour, to thee!
That longed for resemblance once more to regain,
Thy comeliness put upon me.
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