To shine in my dark, drooping heart,
And fill me with the life divine:
Now bid the new creation be;
O God, let there be faith in me!
Sion.] HYMN 39. 8 lines 8's.
OME, Holy, celestial Dove, To visit a sorrowful breast! My burden of guilt to remove,
And bring me assurance and rest: Thou only hast power to relieve
A sinner o'erwhelmed with his load; The sense of acceptance to give,
And sprinkle his heart with thy blood! 2 With me if of old thou hast strove, And strangely withheld from my sin, And tried, by the lure of thy love, My worthless affections to win ; The work of thy mercy revive; Thy uttermost mercy exert : And kindly continue to strive, And hold, till I yield thee my heart.
3 Thy call if I ever have known,
And sigh'd from myself to get free.
And groan'd the unspeakable groan,
And long'd to be happy in thee;
Fulfil the imperfect desire;
Thy peace to my conscience reveal :
The sense of thy favour inspire,
And give me my pardon to feel!
4 If when I had put thee to grief,
And madly to folly return'd,
Thy pity hath been my relief,
And lifted me up as I mourn'd :
Most pitiful Spirit of Grace,
Relieve me again, and restore;
My spirit in holiness raise,
To fall, and to suffer no more! 5 If now I lament after God,
And gasp for a drop of thy love;
If Jesus hath bought thee with blood,
For me to receive from above ;
Come, heavenly Comforter, come!
True Witness of mercy divine,
And make me thy permanent home,
And seal me eternally thine!
Kirke.] HYMN 40. L. M.
1 TAY, thou insulted Spirit, stay,
Though I have done thee such despite : Nor cast the sinner quite away,
Nor take thine everlasting flight.
2 Though I have steel'd my stubborn heart. And still shook off my guilty fears; And vex'd, and urg'd thee to depart, For many long rebellious years: 3 Though I have most unfaithful been, Of all who e'er thy grace receiv'd! Ten thousand times thy goodness seen; Ten thousand times thy goodness griev'd: 4 Yet O! the chief of sinners spare, In honour of my great High Priest; Nor in thy righteous anger swear
T' exclude me from thy people's rest.
5 This only wo I deprecate;
This only plague I pray remove;
Nor leave me in my lost estate;
Nor curse me with this want of love.
6 Now, Lord, my weary soul release,
Upraise me with thy gracious hand,
And guide into thy perfect peace,
And bring me to the promis'd land.
Euphrates.] HYMN 41. 8 lines 7's & 6's..
O the haven of thy breast,
O Son of Man, I fly!
Be my refuge and my rest,
For, O! the storm is high!
Save me from the furious blast;
A covert from the tempest be!
Hide me, Jesus, till o'erpast
The storm of sin I see.
2 Welcome as the water-spring
To a dry, barren place;
O descend on me and bring
Thy sweet refreshing grace!
O'er a parch'd and weary land,
As a great rock extends its shade.
Hide me, Saviour, with thy hand,
And screen my naked head.
3 In the time of my distress
Thou hast my succour been,
In my utter helplessness,
Restraining me from sin;
O how swiftly didst thou move
To save me in the trying hour!
Still protect me with thy love,
And shield me with thy power..
4 First and last in me perform
The work thou hast begun :
Be my shelter from the storm,
My shadow from the sun :
Weary, parch'd with thirst, and faint,
Till thou th' abiding Spirit breathe,
Every moment, Lord, I want
The merit of thy death.
5 Never shall I want it less,
When thou the gift hast given,
Fill'd me with thy righteousness,
And seal'd the heir of heaven;
I shall hang upon my God,
Till I thy perfect glory see;
Till the sprinkling of thy blood
Shall speak me up to thee.
Bedford.] HYMN 42. C. M.
THAT I could my Lord receive,
Who did the world redeem;
Who gave his life that I might live
A life conceal'd in him!
2 O that I could the blessing prove,
My heart's extreme desire :
Live happy in my Saviour's love,
And in his arms expire!
3 Mercy I ask to seal my peace,
That kept by mercy's power,
I may from every evil cease,
And never grieve thee more.
4 Now, if thy gracious will it be,
E'en now my sins remove,
And set my soul at liberty,
By thy victorious love.
5 In answer to ten thousand prayers,
Thou pard'ning God, descend:
Number me with salvation's heirs,
My sins and troubles end.
6 Nothing I ask or want beside,
Of all in earth or heaven:
But let me feel thy blood applied,
And live and die forgiven.
Hotham.] HYMN 43. 8 lines 7's.
1 ROOPING soul, shake off thy fears; Fearful soul, be strong, be bold;
Tarry till thy Lord appears,
Never, never quit thy hold!
Murmur not at his delay,
Dare not set thy God a time:
Calmly for his coming stay,
Leave it, leave it all to him.
2 Fainting soul, be bold, be strong;
Wait the coming of thy Lord;
Though it seem to tarry long,
True and faithful is his word;
On his word my soul I cast,
(He cannot himself deny,)
Surely it shall speak at last;
It shall speak, and shall not lie.
3 Every one that seeks shall find;
Every one that asks shall have
Christ, the Saviour of mankind,
Willing, able all to save;
I shall his salvation see;
I in faith on Jesus call;
I from sin shall be set free,
Perfectly set free from all.
4 Lord, my time is in thine hand,
Weak and helpless as I am;
Surely thou canst make me stand;
I believe in Jesu's name;
Saviour in temptation thou,
Thou hast sav'd me heretofore;
Thou from sin dost save me now;
Thou shalt save me evermore.
WHY should the children of a King Go mourning all their days? Great Comforter, descend and bring The tokens of thy grace.
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