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4. When I reach Death's bitter sea,

And its waves roll higher,

Help the more forsaking me,
As the storm draws nigher :

Jesus, leave me not to languish,

Helpless, hopeless, full of anguish
Tell me, “Verily I say,
Thou shalt be with Me to-day!”
..John Mason Neale. 1862.
Tr. Theoctistus of the Studium. ab. 890.

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1 RuLER of the hosts of light,
Death hath yielded to Thy might;
And Thy Blood hath marked a road
Which will lead us back to God.
2. From Thy dwelling-place above,
From Thy Father's throne of love,
With Thy look of mercy bless
Those without Thee comfortless.
3 Bitter were Thy throes on earth,
Giving to the Church her birth,
From the spear-wound opening wide
In Thine own life-giving side.
4 Now in glory Thou dost reign,
Won by all Thy toil and pain;
Thence the promised Spirit send,
While our prayers to Thee ascend.
5 Jesus, praise to Thee be given,
With the Father, high in heaven;
Holy Spirit, praise to Thee
Now and through eternity.
Unknown. 1861.

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1 LEAVE us not comfortless,
O Thou our risen Lord!
But send Thy Spirit down, to bless
And guide us with Thy Word.
2. By Him Thy gifts impart,
Light, peace, and joy, and love;
Seal of adoption in our heart,
Earnest of heaven above.
Josiah Conder. 1836.

234 7s. 1 FATHER, glorify Thy Son; Answer His prevailing prayer; Send that Intercessor down, Send that other Comforter, Whom believingly we claim, Whom we ask in Jesus' name.

2 Wilt Thou not the promise seal,
True and gracious as Thou art,
Send the Comforter to dwell
Every moment in our heart?
Yes, Thou must the grace bestow:
Jesus said, it shall be so.
C. Wesley. 1747.

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1 FATHER—for Thou my Father art—
Send forth the Spirit of Thy Son;
Breathe Him into my longing heart,
And make me know as I am known :
Make me Thy conscious child, that I
May “Father, Abba Father,” cry!
2 O that the Comforter would come !
Nor visit as a transient guest,
But fix in me His constant home,

And keep possession of my breast:
And make my soul His loved abode,
The temple of the living God!

C. Wesley. 1740. a.

WHITSUNDAY. 236 C. H. M.

1 LET songs of praises fill the sky:
Christ, our ascended Lord,
Sends down His Spirit from on high,
According to His word:
All hail the day of Pentecost,
The coming of the Holy Ghost!

2 The Spirit, by His heavenly breath,
Creates new life within;
He quickens sinners from the death
Of trespasses and sin:
All hail the day of Pentecost,
The coming of the Holy Ghost!

The things of Christ the Spirit takes,
And shows them unto men':
The fallen soul His temple makes;
God's image stamps again:
All hail the day of Pentecost,
The coming of the Holy Ghost!

4 Come, Holy Spirit, from above,
With Thy celestial fire;
Come, and with flames of zeal and love
Our hearts and tongues inspire,
Be this our day of Pentecost,
The coming of the Holy Ghost

Thomas Cotterill. 1819.

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237 - S. M. 1 : Lord God, the Holy Ghost! In this accepted hour, As on the day of Pentecost, Descend in all Thy power.

2 We meet with one accord -
In our appointed place,
And wait the promise of our Lord,
The Spirit of all grace.
3. Like mighty rushing wind
Upon the waves beneath,
Move with one impulse every mind,
One soul, one feeling breathe.

4 The young, the old inspire
With wisdom from above;
And give us hearts and tongues of fire,
To pray, and praise, and love.
5 Spirit of light, explore,
And chase our gloom away;
With lustre shining more and more,
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Visit Thou these hearts of Thine,
And our inmost being fill :
If Thou take Thy grace away,
Nothing pure in man will stay;
All his good is turned to ill.

4 Heal our wounds, our strength renew;
On our dryness pour Thy dew;
Wash the stains of guilt away:
Bend the stubborn heart and will ;
Melt the frozen, warm the chill;
Guide the steps that go astray.

5 Thou on those who evermore
Thee confess and Thee adore,
In Thy sevenfold gifts descend;

2. Lord, to-day Thy people learneth

No new wonder, no strange tale;

Lord, to-day Thy people yearneth
Here the Holy Ghost to hail!

O'er again to write the story
Our weak, trembling souls aspire:

Unto us may come the glory,
Full on us may fall the fire

3 Hath the Holy Ghost been holden

By those ancient saints alone?

Only may the ages olden
Call the Comforter their own 2

Ah, their portion we inherit,
Ours the sorrow, ours the sin:

We beseech the Holy Spirit;
We the Comforter would win.

Thomas H. Gill. 1848. a.

__. The Holy SPIRIT.

3 The things of Christ the Spirit takes,
And shows them unto men':
The fallen soul His temple makes;
God's image stamps again :
All hail the day of Pentecost,
The coming of the Holy Ghost!

4 Come, Holy Spirit, from above,
With Thy celestial fire;
Come, and with flames of zeal and love
Our hearts and tongues inspire"
Be this our day of Pentecost,
The coming of the Holy Ghost!
Thomas Cotterill. 1819.

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