2 Come, fill our hearts with inward strength, Make our enlarged souls possess,

And learn the height, and breadth, and length

Of Thine immeasurable grace.

3 Now to the God, whose power can do More than our thoughts or wishes know, Be everlasting honours done,

By all the Church, through Christ His Son.

who is like the Mighty One,
Whose throne is in the sky,
Who compasseth the universe
With His all-searching eye;
At whose creative word appeared
The dry land and the sea!
My spirit thirsts for Thee, O Lord,
My spirit thirsts for Thee!

2 Around Him suns and systems swim
In harmony and light;
Beside Him harps angelic hymn
His praises day and night;
Yet to the contrite, day and night,
In mercy turneth He:

My spirit thirsts for Thee, O Lord,
My spirit thirsts for Thee!

3 Yes! though unlimited His works,
His power upholds them all;
He clothes the lines of the field,
And marks the sparrows fall;
Who listens to the raven's cry,
Will bend His ear to me;

My spirit thirsts for Thee, O Lord,
My spirit thirsts for Thee!

MOIR.

Praying for a Blessing on the Word.

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FATHER of omnipresent grace!

C. WESLEY.

We seem agreed to seek Thy face;
But every soul assembled here
Doth naked in Thy sight appear:
Thou know'st who only bows the knee;
And who in heart approaches Thee.
2 Thy Spirit hath the difference made
Betwixt the living and the dead
Thou now dost into some inspire
The pure, benevolent desire:
O that, even now, Thy powerful call
May quicken and convert us all!

3 The sinners suddenly convince,

;

O'erwhelmed beneath their load of sins:
To-day, while it is called to-day,
Awake, and stir them up to pray,
Their dire captivity to own,

And from the iron furnace groan.
Then, then acknowledge, and set free
The people bought, O Lord, by Thee,
The sheep for whom their Shepherd bled,
For whom we in Thy Spirit plead:
Let all in Thee redemption find,
And not a soul be left behind.

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C. WESLEY,

eye

The thousands of our Israel see:
To Thee, in their behalf, we cry,
Ourselves but newly found in Thee.
2 See, where o'er desert wastes they err,
And neither food nor feeder have,
Nor fold, nor place of refuge near;
For no man cares their souls to save.

3 Thy people, Lord, are sold for nought; Nor know they their Redeemer nigh; They perish, whom Thyself hast bought; Their souls for lack of knowledge die. 4 The pit its mouth hath opened wide, To swallow up its careless prey;

Why should they die, when Thou hast died,-
Hast died to bear their sins away?

5 Why should the foe Thy purchase seize ?
Remember, Lord, Thy dying groans:
The meed of all Thy sufferings these:
O claim them for Thy ransomed ones!
6 Extend to these Thy pardoning grace:
To these be Thy salvation showed:
O add them to Thy chosen race!
O sprinkle all their hearts with blood!
7 Still let the publicans draw near:
Open the door of faith and heaven;
And grant their hearts Thy word to hear,
And witness all their sins forgiven.

C.M.

C. WESLEY

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JESUS, Thou all-redeeming Lord,

Thy blessing we implore;
Open the door to preach Thy word,
The great, effectual door.

2 Gather the outcasts in, and save
From sin and Satan's power;
And let them now acceptance have,
And know their gracious hour.

3 Lover of souls! Thou know'st to prize
What Thou hast bought so dear;
Come then, and in Thy people's eyes
With all Thy wounds appear.

4 Appear, as when of old confest
The suffering Son of God;

And let them see Thee in Thy vest,
But newly dipt in blood.

5 The hardness from their hearts remove,
Thou who for all hast died;
Show them the tokens of Thy love,
Thy feet, Thy hands, Thy side.

6 Thy feet were nailed to yonder tree,
To trample down their sin:

Thy hands stretched out they all may see,
To take Thy murderers in.

7 Thy side an open fountain is,
Where all may freely go,

And drink the living streams of bliss,
And wash them white as snow.

8 Ready Thou art the blood to apply,
And prove the record true;

And all Thy wounds to sinners cry-
"I suffered this for you!"

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C. WESLEY.

THOU Son of God, whose flaming eyes

Our inmost thoughts perceive,

Accept the evening sacrifice,

Which now to Thee we give.

2 We bow before Thy gracious throne,
And think ourselves sincere;
But show us, Lord, is every one
Thy real worshipper?

3 Is here a soul that knows Thee not,
Nor feels his want of Thee?

A stranger to the blood which bought
His pardon on the tree?

4 Convince him now of unbelief,
His desperate state explain;

And fill his heart with sacred grief,
And penitential pain.

5 Speak with that voice which wakes the dead,

And bid the sleeper rise!

And bid his guilty conscience dread
The death that never dies.

6 Extort the cry, "What must be done
To save a wretch like me?

How shall a trembling sinner shun
That endless misery?

7 "I must this instant now begin
Out of my sleep to awake;
And turn to God, and every sin
Continually forsake:

8 "I must for faith incessant cry,
And wrestle, Lord, with Thee:
I must be born again, or die
To all eternity."

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SPIRIT of Faith, come down,

Reveal the things of God;

And make to us the Godhead known,
And witness with the blood:
"Tis Thine the blood to apply,
And give us eyes to see,
Who did for every sinner die,
Hath surely died for me.

2 No man can truly say
That Jesus is the Lord,
Unless Thou take the veil away,
And breathe the living word:
Then, only then, we feel
Our interest in His blood,
And cry, with joy unspeakable,
Thou art my Lord, my God!"
O that the world might know
The all-atoning Lamb!

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Spirit of Faith! descend, and show
The virtue of His name:
The grace which all may find,
The saving power, impart;
And testify to all mankind,
And speak in every heart.
Inspire the living faith,-
Which whosoe'er receives,