HYMN 179. S. M. Shirland. Watchman John xiv. 26. Hart. 1 COME, Holy Spirit, come, 3 'Tis thine to cleanse the heart- Το fresh life in every part, 4 Revive our drooping faith; Our doubts and fears remove; And kindle in our breasts the flame Of never-dying love. Rippon. 1 DESCEND, Holy Spirit, the Dove, 2 With me, if of old thou hast strove And keep my weak graces alive, Relieve me again and restore; To fall, and to grieve thee, no more 4 If now I lament after God, And pant for a taste of his love,— I ETERNAL Spirit, souree of light, Our dull, our frozen hearts inspiro 10 145 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, 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, 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should dread 3 Inspire my soul with life divine, Let knowledge, faith, and meekness shine, Nor love, nor zeal grow cold. 4 Say to my soul, "Why dost thou fear Will guard thee in the way." 5 Oh, how my soul would rise and run, 6 Let sinful men reproach, defame, Barbauld. Buckingham. Plymouth. Charity. 1 BLEST is the man whose soft'ning heart Feels all another's pain; To whom the supplicating eye 2 Whose breast expands with gen'rous warmth A stranger's woes to feel; 3 He spreads his kind supporting arms His secret bounty largely flows, |