M. REBBECCA DARR.
JAS. L. ORR.
1. She cometh;
The vineyard brighter smileth,
As with her loving hand and voice,
She ev'ry care be guileth.
In strength and weakness by thy side,
Of all thy lot partaking;
She still will walk, whate'er betide,
New hopes and strength awaking.
2. Each opening bud and blooming vine
That in the vineyard gloweth,
For her a wreath of blessings twine,
Her gentle hand each knoweth.
Oh, blessed task to stay the hands
That else might lose their power;
By prayer to flood the waiting lands
With sweet, refreshing showers.