Send down a coal of heav'nly fire, 2 Shew us some tokens of thy love, 4 The feeling heart, the melting eye, 5 May we in faith receive thy word, 6 And may the gospel's joyful sound, Awaken sinners all around HYMN 316. L. M. B Portugal. Blendon. Rom. viii. 14. 1 COME, gracious Spirit, heav'nly Dove, 2 Conduct us safe, conduct us far From ev'ry sin and hurtful snare; Lead to thy word that rules must give, And teach us lessons how to live. 3 The light of truth to us display, And make us know and choose thy way; Plant holy fear in ev'ry heart, That we from God may ne'er depart. 4 Lead us to holiness, the road That we must take to dwell with God; Lead us to Christ, the living way, Nor let us from his pastures stray. 5 Lead us to God, our final rest, In his enjoyment to be bless'd; Lead us to heav'r, the seat of bliss, Where pleasure in perfection is. HYMN 317. L. M. Portugal. Sabbaoth. Fawcett. Beginning of worship. 1 THY presence, gracious God, afford— Prepare us to receive thy word; Now let thy voice engage our ear, 2 Distracting thoughts and cares remove, 3 To us thy sacred word apply, And may we in true faith and fear, HYMN 318. L. M. Steele. Rothwell. Wells. Shoel. Prayer for the presence of Christ. 1 LORD, in the temples of thy grace, Thy saints behold thy smiling face; And oft have seen thy glories shine With pow'r and majesty divine: 2 But soon, alas! thy absence mourn, And pray, and wish thy kind return, Without thy life-inspiring light, "Tis all a scene of gloomy night. 3 Come, dearest Lord, thy children cry Our graces droop, our comforts die; Return, and let thy glories rise Again, to our admiring eyes; 4 Till fill'd with light, and joy, and love, And heav'n and earth resound thy praiso Bray. Colchester. Steele. 1 COME, Lord, and warm each languid heart Inspire each lifeless tongue; And let the joys of heav'n impart 2 Come, Lord, thy love alone can raise Then shall our lips resound thy praise, 3 Dear Saviour, let thy glory shine, Till life, and love, and joy divine Armley. Darwent. Tappan. 1 HOLY be this, as was the place, To him of Padan-aram known, Where Abram's God reveal'd his face, And caught the pilgrim to the throne. 2 Oh, how transporting was the glow That thrill'd his bosom, mix'd with fear: "Lo, the Eternal walks below, The Highest tabernacles here!" 3 Be ours, when faith and hope grow dim, The glories which the Patriarch saw; And when we faint, may we, like him, Fresh vigor from the vision draw. 4 Heav'n's lightning hover'd o'er his head, And flash'd new splendors on his view; Break forth, O Sun! and freely shed Glad rays upon our Bethel too. HYMN 321. L. M. Part II. I 'TIS ours to sojourn in a waste, Barren and cold as Shinar's ground; No fruits of Eschol charm the taste, No streams of Meribah are found.2 But Thou canst bid the desert bud, With more than Sharon's rich display; But thou canst bid the cooling flood, Gush from the rock and cheer the way. 3 We tread the path thy people trod, Alternate sunshine, bitter tears; Go Thou before, and with thy rod Divide the Jordan of our fears. 4 Be ours the song of triumph giv'n, Angelic themes to lips of clay; And ours the holy harp of heav'n, Whose strain dissolves the soul away. HYMN 322. L. M. Moreton. Portugal. Watts. 1 FAR from my thoughts, vain world, be gone, Let my religious hours alone: Fain would my eyes my Saviour see;— 2 My heart grows warm with holy fire, |