HYMN 173. L. M.

Carthage. Blendon.

Power of the Gospel.

Watts.

Rom. i. 16.

1 WHAT shall the dying sinner do,
That seeks relief for all his wo?
Where shall the guilty conscience find
Ease for the torment of the mind?
2 How shall we get our crimes forgiv'n,
Or form our natures fit for heav'n?
Can souls, all o'er defil'd with sin,
Make their own powers and passions clean?
3 In vain we search, in vain we try,
Till Jesus brings his gospel nigh;
'Tis there that power and glory dwell,
Which save rebellious souls from hell.
This is the pillar of our hope,
That bears our fainting spirits up;
We read the grace, and trust the word,
And find salvation in the Lord.

HOLY SPIRIT.

HYMN 174.

C. M.

Doddridge.

Bedford. Dundee.

Insensibility withdrawn. Judg. xvi. 20. 1 A PRESENT God is all our strength, And all our joy and hope;

When he withdraws, our comforts die,
And every grace must droop.

2 But flatt'ring trifles charm our hearts,
To court their false embrace,
Till justly this neglected friend
Averts his angry face.

3 He leaves us, and we miss him not;
But go presumptuous on,

Till baffled, wounded, and enslav'd,
We learn, that God is gone.

4 And what, my soul, can then remain
One ray of light to give?
Sever'd from him, their better life,
How can his children live?

5 Hence, all ye painted forms of joy,
And leave my heart to mourn:
I would devote these eyes to tears,
Till cheer'd by his return.

6 Look back, my Lord, and own the place,
Where once thy temple stood;
For lo, its ruins bear the mark
Of rich atoning blood.

HYMN 175.

L. M.

Hinton, Moreton.

Steele.

His influences. John xiv. 16, 17. 1 SURE the blest Comforter is nigh, 'Tis he sustains my fainting heart; Else would my hope for ever die, And every cheering ray depart.

2 When some kind promise glads my soul, Do I not find his healing voice

The tempest of my fears control, And bid my drooping pow'rs rejoice? 3 Whene'er to call the Saviour mine, With ardent wish my heart aspires; Can it be less than pow'r divine, Which animates these strong desires. 4 What less than thine almighty word Can raise my heart from earth and dust, And bid me cleave to thee, my Lord, My life, my treasure, and my trust? 5 And when my cheerful hope can say, I love my God, and trust his grace, Lord, is it not thy blissful ray,

Which brings this dawn of sacred peace? 6 Let thy kind Spirit in my heart For ever dwell, O God of love, And light and heavenly peace impart, Sweet earnest of the joys above. HYMN 176. S. M.

St. Thomas. Shirland..

Invocation to the Holy Spirit.

1 BLEST Comforter Divine! Whose rays of heavenly love Amid our gloom and darkness shine, And point our souls above;— 2 Thou-who with "still small voice Dost stop the sinner's way,.

And bid the mourning saint rejoice,
Though earthly joys decay;-

3 Thou-whose inspiring breath Can make the cloud of care, And e'en the gloomy vale of death A smile of glory wear;—

4 Thou-who dost fill the heart With love to all our race, Blest Comforter!-to us impart The blessings of thy grace.

HYMN 177. Ce M.

Barby. Zion. Turner.

Watts.

Breathing after the Holy Spirit.

1 COME, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove, With all thy quick'ning pow'rs,— Kindle a flame of sacred love

In these cold hearts of ours.

2 In vain we tune our formal songs, In vain we strive to rise;

Hosannas languish on our tongues,
And our devotion dies.

3 Dear Lord! and shall we ever live
At this poor dying rate?
Our love so faint, so cold to thee,
And thine to us so great?

4 Come Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove.
With all thy quick'ning pow'rs,—
Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love,
And that shall kindle ours.

HYMN 178. 8, 7.
Ingatestone. Tabernacle.

To the blessed Spirit.

1 HOLY GHOST, disperse our sadness,
Pierce the clouds of sinful night;
Come, thou source of sweetest gladness,
Breathe thy life and spread thy light;
Loving SPIRIT, GOD of peace,
Great distributer of grace,

Rest upon this congregation!
Hear, Oh, hear our supplication.

2 From that height which knows no measure,
As a gracious shower descend:
Bringing down the richest treasure
Man can wish, or God can send.
O thou GLORY shining down
From the FATHER and the SON,
Grant us thy illumination!
Rest on all this congregation.

3 Come, thou best of all donations
God can give, or we implore;
Having thy sweet consolations,
We need wish for nothing more;
HOLY SPIRIT, heavenly Dove,
Now descending from above,
Rest on all this congregation!
Make our hearts thy habitation.