2 See, how we grovel here below,
Fond of these earthly toys;
Our souls, how heavily they go
To reach eternal joys!
3 Dear Lord! and shall we always live
At this poor, dying rate?
Our love so cold, so faint to Thee,
And Thine to us so great?
4 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all Thy quick'ning powers;
Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love,
And that shall kindle ours.
YOME, Holy Spirit, calm my mind,
And fit me to approach my God;
Remove each vain, each worldly thought,
And lead me to Thy blest abode.
2 Hast Thou imparted to my soul
A living spark of holy fire?
Oh, kindle now the sacred flame,
And make me burn with pure desire.
3 A brighter faith and hope impart,
And let me now my Saviour see;
Oh, soothe and cheer my burden'd heart,
And bid my spirit rest in Thee.
ETERNAL 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!
2 In our cold breasts, oh, strike a spark
Of that pure flame which seraphs feel;
Nor let us wander in the dark,
Nor lie benumb'd and stupid still.
Come, vivifying Spirit, come!
And make our hearts Thy constant home.
3 Let pure devotion's fervors rise!
Let ev'ry pious passion glow!
Oh, let the raptures of the skies
Kindle in our cold hearts below.
Come, purifying Spirit, come,
And make our souls Thy constant home!
AMIDST a world of hopes and fears,
A world of cares, and toils, and tears,
Where foes alarm and dangers threat,
And pleasures kill, and glories cheat:
2 Send down, O Lord, a heavenly ray,
To guide me in the doubtful way;
And o'er me hold Thy shield of power,
To guard me in the dang'rous hour.
3 May never pleasure, wealth, or pride
Allure my wand'ring soul aside;
But through this maze of mortal ill,
Safe lead me to Thy heavenly hill.
4 There glories shine, and pleasures roll, That charm, delight, transport the soul, And ev'ry longing wish shall be Possess'd of boundless bliss in Thee.
RACIOUS Spirit-Love divine!
Let Thy light within me shine:
All my guilty fears remove;
Fill me with Thy heavenly love.
2 Speak Thy pard'ning grace to me;
Set the burden'd sinner free;
Lead me to the Lamb of God;
Wash me in His precious blood.
3 Life and peace to me impart;
Seal salvation on my heart;
Dwell Thyself within my breast,
Earnest of immortal rest.
4 Let me never from Thee stray;
Keep me in the narrow way;
Fill my soul with joy divine;
Keep me, Lord, forever Thine,
OLY Ghost, with light divine,
Shine upon this heart of mine!
Chase the shades of night away,
Turn the darkness into day.
2 Let me see my Saviour's face,
Let me all His beauties trace;
Show those glorious truths to me,
Which are only known to Thee.
3 Holy Ghost, with power divine,
Cleanse this guilty heart of mine;
Long has sin, without control,
Held dominion o'er my soul.
4 Holy Ghost, with joy divine,
Cheer this sadden'd heart of mine;
Bid my many woes depart,
Heal my wounded, bleeding heart.
URE the blest Comforter is nigh,
Si le sustains my fainting heart;
Else would my hope forever die,
And ev'ry cheering ray depart.
2 When some kind promise cheers my soul,
Do I not find His healing voice
The tempest of my fears control,
And bid my drooping powers rejoice?
3 What less than Thine almighty word
Can raise my heart from earth and dust,
And bid me cleave to Thee, my Lord,
My life, my treasure, and my trust?
4 And when my cheerful hope can say,
"I love my God, and taste His grace;"
Lord, is it not Thy blissful ray
Which brings this dawn of sacred peace? 5 Let Thy kind Spirit in my heart For ever dwell, O God of love; And light and heavenly peace impart, Sweet earnest of the joys above.
HY should the children of a King
W Go mourning all their days?
Great Comforter, descend and bring
Some tokens of Thy grace.
2 Dost Thou not dwell in all Thy saints,
And seal them heirs of heaven?
When wilt Thou banish my complaints,
And show my sins forgiven?
3 Assure my conscience of her part
In my Redeemer's blood,
And bear Thy witness, with my heart,
That I am born of God.
4 Thou art the earnest of His love,
The pledge of joys to come;
And Thy soft wings, celestial Dove,
Will safely bear me home.
SPIRIT of the living God,
In all Thy plenitude of grace, Where'er the foot of man hath trod, Descend on our apostate race.
2 Be darkness, at Thy coming, light, Confusion, order, in Thy path:
Souls without strength inspire with might: Bid mercy triumph over wrath.
? Baptize the nations; far and nigh, The triumphs of the cross record; The name of Jesus glorify,
Till ev'ry kindred call Him Lord.
1 God from eternity hath will'd
All flesh shall His salvation see:
So be the Father's love fulfill'd,
The Saviour's suff'rings crown'd through
Thee.
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