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.

C. M.

WATTS.

Breathing after the Holy Spirit.

1 NOME, 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.

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HYMN 178. 8, 7.

1HOLY

To the blessed Spirit.

TOLY GHOST, dispel 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 mea

sure,

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.

、 HYMN 179.

S. M.

HART.

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John xiv. 26.

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-
To pour fresh life in every part,
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.

HYMN 180. 8.9.

RIPPON.

DESCEND, Holy Spirit, the Dove,

And visit a sorrowful breast;

My burden of guilt to remove,
And bring me assurance and rest;
Thou only hast power to relieve
A sinner o'erwhelm'd with his load;
The sense of redemption to give,

And sprinkle his heart with thy blood.

2 With me, if of old thou hast stròve,
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,

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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.

E TERNAL Spirit, source of light,

Enliv'ning, consecrating fire,

Descend, and with celestial heat

Our dull, our frozen hearts inspire:
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 still: 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!

HYMN 182.

L. M.

C. WESLEY.

Take not thy Holy Spirit, &c.

Ps. li. 11. 1 TAY, thou insulted Spirit, stay, Tho' I have done thee such despite, Cast not a sinner quite away,

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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, relieve my woes;