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

C. Wesley. 1740. a.

WHITSUNDAY.

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!

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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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;

S. M.

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?
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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5 Come, all the faithful bless;
Let all, who Christ confess,
His praise employ:
Give virtue's rich reward;
Victorious death accord,

Unknown. 1662. a.

Tr. Charlemagne. d. 814.

Veni Sancte Spiritus.

1 HOLY Spirit, Lord of Light,
From Thy clear, celestial height,
Thy pure beaming radiance give;
Come, Thou Father of the poor!
Come with treasures which endure!
Come, Thou Light of all that live!

2 Thou, of all consolers best,
Visiting the troubled breast,
Dost refreshing peace bestow:
Thou in toil art comfort sweet,
Pleasant coolness in the heat,
Solace in the midst of woe.

3 Light immortal! Light divine!
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;

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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!

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Tr. Robert II. of France. d. 1031.

Veni Sancte Spiritus.

1 COME, Holy Ghost, in love
Shed on us from above

Thine own bright ray!
Divinely good Thou art;
Thy sacred gifts impart
To gladden each sad heart:
O come to-day!

2 Come, tenderest Friend, and best,
Our most delightful Guest,

With soothing power:
Rest, which the weary know,
Shade, 'mid the noontide glow,
Peace, when deep griefs overflow,-
Cheer us, this hour!

3 Come, Light serene, and still
Our inmost bosoms fill;
Dwell in each breast:

We know no dawn but Thine;
Send forth Thy beams divine,
On our dark souls to shine,
And make us blest!

4 Exalt our low desires;
Extinguish passion's fires;
Heal every wound:

Our stubborn spirits bend;
Our icy coldness end;
Our devious steps attend,

While heavenward bound.

6,4.

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