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HYMN 179.

S. M.

Shirland. Watchman

John xiv. 26.

Hart.

1 COME, Holy Spirit, come,
Let thy bright beams arise;
Dispel the sorrow from our minds-
The darkness from our eyes.
2 Convince us of our sin;
Then lead to Jesus' blood;
And to our wond'ring view reveal
The secret love of God.

3 'Tis thine to cleanse the heart-
To sanctify the soul-

Το fresh life in every part,
pour
And new create the whole.

4 Revive our drooping faith;

Our doubts and fears remove; And kindle in our breasts the flame Of never-dying love.

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Rippon.

1 DESCEND, Holy Spirit, the Dove,
And visit a sorrowful breast;
My burden of guilt to remove,
And bring me assurance of rest;
Thou only hast power to relieve
A sinner o'erwhelm'd with his road;
The sense of redemption to give,
And sprinkle his heart with thy blood.

2 With me, if of old thou hast strove
And kindly withheld me from sin,
Resolv'd by the strength of thy love,
My worthless affections to win;
The work of thy mercy revive,
Invincible mercy exert,

And keep my weak graces alive,
And set up thy rest in my heart.
3 If when I have put thee to grief,
And madly to folly return'd,
Thy goodness has been my relief,
And lifted me up as I mourn'd
O spirit of pity and grace,

Relieve me again and restore;
My spirit in holiness raise,

To fall, and to grieve thee, no more 4 If now I lament after God,

And pant for a taste of his love,—
If Jesus, who pour'd out his blood,
Obtain'd me a mansion above;—
Come, heavenly Comforter, come,
Sweet witness of mercy divine!
And make me thy permanent home,
And seal me eternally thine.
HYMN 181. L. P. M. Pres. Davies
Eaton. Claybury. Harlington.

I ETERNAL Spirit, souree of light,
Enliv'ning, consecrating fire,
Descend, and with celestial heat

Our dull, our frozen hearts inspiro
Our souls refine, our dross consume!
Come, condescending Spirit, come!

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2 In our cold breasts, O strike a spark Of the pure flame, which seraph's feel, Nor let us wander in the dark,

Or lie benumb'd and stupid stiil: Come, vivifying Spirit, come,

And make our hearts thy constant home! 3 Let pure devotion's fervor rise;

Let every pious passion glow: O let the raptures of the skies

Kindle in our cold hearts below! Come, condescending Spirit, come, And make our souls thy constant home! C. Wesley.

HYMN 182. L. M.

Surry. Armley. Warwick.

Take not thy Holy Spirit, &c. Ps. li. 11. 1 STAY, thou insulted Spirit, stay, Though I have done thee such despite, Cast not the sinner quite away, Nor take thine everlasting flight: 2 Though I have most unfaithful been Of all, whoe'er thy grace receiv'd, Ten thousand times thy goodness seen, Ten thousand times thy goodness griev'd: 3 Yet Oh, the chief of sinners spare, In honor of my great High Priest; Nor in thy righteous anger swear, I shall not see thy people s rest.

4 If yet thou canst my sins forgive, E'en now, O Lord, relie e my woes;

Into thy rest of love receive,

And bless me with a calm repose.

5 E'en now my weary soul release,
And raise me by thy gracious hand!
Guide me into thy perfect peace,
And bring me to the promis'd land.

GRACES OF THE SPIRIT.

IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER.

HMYN 183. C. M.

Clarendon. Bray.

Kirkham.

Bearing the Cross. Mark viii. 38.

I DIDST thou, dear Jesus, suffer shame,
And bear the cross for me?
And shall I fear to own thy name,
Or thy disciple be?

2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should dread
To suffer shame or loss;
Oh, let me in thy footsteps tread,
And glory in thy cross.

3 Inspire my soul with life divine,
And holy courage bold;

Let knowledge, faith, and meekness shine, Nor love, nor zeal grow cold.

4 Say to my soul, "Why dost thou fear
'The face of feeble clay?
Behold thy Saviour ever near,

Will guard thee in the way."

5 Oh, how my soul would rise and run,
At this reviving word:
Nor any painful suff'rings shun,
To follow thee, my Lord.

6 Let sinful men reproach, defame,
And call thee what they will,
If I may glorify thy name,
And be thy servant still.

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Barbauld.

Buckingham. Plymouth.

Charity.

1 BLEST is the man whose soft'ning heart Feels all another's pain;

To whom the supplicating eye
Was never rais'd in vain:

2 Whose breast expands with gen'rous warmth

A stranger's woes to feel;
And bleeds in pity o'er the wound
He wants the power to heal.

3 He spreads his kind supporting arms
To every child of grief:

His secret bounty largely flows,
And brings unask'd relief.

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