251.

L. M.

WESLEY'S COL

Glorying in Christ.

1 LET not the wise their wisdom boast;
The mighty glory in his might;
The rich in flattering riches trust,
Which take their everlasting flight.

2 The rush of numerous years bears down.
The most gigantic strength of man;
And where is all his wisdom gone,
When dust he turns to dust again?

3 The Lord, my righteousness, I praise,
I triumph in the love divine,

The wisdom, wealth, and strength of grace In Christ through endless ages mine.

252. C. M.

COTTERILL.

The Coming of the Holy Ghost.

1 LET Songs of praises fill the sky!
Christ, our ascended Lord,

Sends down the Spirit from on high,
According to his word.

2 The Spirit, by his heavenly breath,
New life creates within;

He quickens sinners from the death
Of trespasses and sins.

3 The things of God the Spirit takes
And shows them unto men;
The contrite soul his temple makes,
God's image stamps again.

4 Come, holy Spirit, from above,
With thy celestial fire;

Come, and with flames of zeal and love
Our hearts and tongues inspire.

253. P. M.

SPIRIT OF THE PSALMS.

The Holy Ghost the Comforter.

1 OUR blest Redeemer, ere he breathed
His tender, last farewell,

A Guide, a Comforter, bequeathed
With us to dwell.

2 He came in tongues of living flame,
To teach, convince, subdue;

All powerful as the wind he came,
As viewless too.

3 He came sweet influence to impart,
A gracious willing guest,

While he can find one humble heart
Wherein to rest.

4 And his that gentle voice we hear,
Soft as the breath of even,

That checks each fault, that calms each fear,
And speaks of heaven.

5 And every virtue we possess,

And every victory won,

And every thought of holiness,
Are his alone.

6 Spirit of purity and grace,
Our weakness pitying see;

O make our hearts thy dwelling place,
And worthier thee.

254.

C. M.

BP. HEBER

For the Day of Pentecost, or Whitsunday.

1 SPIRIT of truth! on this thy day
To thee for help we cry,

To guide us through the dreary way
Of dark mortality!

2 We ask not, Lord, thy cloven flame,
Or tongues of various tone;
But long thy praises to proclaim
With fervour in our own.

3 We mourn not that prophetic skill
Is found on earth no more;
Enough for us to trace thy will
In scripture's sacred lore.

4 We neither have nor seek the power
Ill demons to control;
But thou in dark temptation's hour
Shalt chase them from the soul.

5 No heavenly harpings soothe our ear,
No mystic dreams we share;
Yet hope to feel thy comfort near,
And bless thee in our prayer.

6 When tongues shall cease, and power decay, And knowledge empty prove,

Do thou thy trembling servants stay
With faith, and hope, and love'

255. S. M.

EPISCOPAL COL.

Gospel Invitations.

1 THE Spirit, in our hearts,

Is whispering, Sinner, come;'

The Bride, the church of Christ, proclaims To all his children, come!"

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2 Let him that heareth say

To all about him, come!

Let him that thirsts for righteousness,
To Christ, the fountain, come!

3 Yes, whosoever will,

O let him freely come,
And freely drink the stream of life;
T' is Jesus bids him come.

4 Lo! Jesus, who invites,
Declares, 'I quickly come :'
Lord, even so! I wait thine hour;
Jesus, my Saviour, come!

1 THE law by Moses came:
But peace and truth and love
Were brought by Christ, a nobler name,
Descending from above.

2 Amidst the house of God

Their different works were done;

Moses a faithful servant stood,

But Christ a faithful Son.

3 Then to his new commands

Be strict obedience paid;

O'er all his Father's house he stands The sovereign and the head.

1 NOT to the terrors of the Lord,
The tempest, fire and smoke;
Not to the thunder of that word
Which God on Sinai spoke;

2 But we are come to Zion's hill,
The city of our God,

Where milder words declare his will,
And spread his love abroad.

3 Behold the innumerable host
Of angels, clothed in light!
Behold the spirits of the just,
Whose faith is turned to sight!
4 Behold the blest assembly there,
Whose names are writ in heaven;
And God, the judge of all, declares
Their sins to be forgiven.

5 The saints on earth, and all the dead.
But one communion make;
All join in Christ, their living Head,
And of his grace partake.

6 In such society as this

My weary soul would rest:

The man that dwells where Jesus is,

Must be forever blest.