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Rippon's COL. A propitious Gale longed for. 1 AT anchor laid, remote from home,

Toiling, I cry, "Sweet Spirit, come!
Celestial breeze, no longer stay,

But swell my sails, and speed my way.
2 “Fain would I mount, fain would I glow,

And loose my cable from below; But I can only spread my sail ; 'Thou, thou must breathe the auspicious gale.”

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DODDRIDGE. God shining into the Heart. 1 PRAISE to the Lord of boundless might,

With uncreated glories bright !
His presence gilds the worlds above;

The unchanging Source of light and love. 2 Our rising earth his eye beheld,

When in substantial darkness veiled; “Let there be light,” Jehovah said,

And light o'er all its face was spread. 3 He sees the mind, when lost it lies

In shades of ignorance and vice,
And darts from heaven a vivid ray,

And changes midnight into day.
4 Shine, mighty God, with vigor shine,

On this benighted heart of mine;
And let thy glories stand revealed,
As in the Savior's face beheld.

5 My soul, revived by heaven-born day,

Thy radiant image shall display ;
While all my faculties unite
To praise the Lord, who gives me light.

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DODDRIDGE.

Growing in Grace.

1 PRAISE to thy name, eternal God,

For all the grace thou shedd'st abroad;
For all thine influence from above,

To warm our souls with sacred love.
2 Blest be thy hand, which from the skies

Brought down this plant of Paradise,
And gave its heavenly glories birth,
To deck this wilderness of earth.

3 But why does that celestial flower

Open, and thrive, and shine no more?
Where are its balmy odors fled ?
And why reclines its beauteous head ?

4 Unchanging sun, thy beams display,

To drive the frosts and storms away ;
Make all thy potent virtues known,

To cheer a plant so much thy own.
5 And thou, blest Spirit, deign to blow

Fresh gales of heaven on shrubs below;
So shall they grow, and breathe abroad
A fragrance grateful to our God.

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DRYDEN.

Veni, Creator Spiritus.

1 CREATOR Spirit! by whose aid

The world's foundations first were laid,
Come, visit every pious mind,

Come, pour thy joys on human kind. 2 Thrice holy fount! thrice holy fire !

Our hearts with heavenly love inspire ;
Come, and thy sacred unction bring,

To sanctify us while we sing. 3 Plenteous of grace, descend from high,

Rich in thy sevenfold energy ;
From sin and sorrow set us free,

And make thy temples worthy thee. 4 Refine and purge our earthly parts;

But, O, inflame and fire our hearts;
Our frailties help, our vice control,
Submit the senses to the soul.

5 Chase from our minds the infernal foe,

And peace, the fruit of love, bestow;
And lest our feet should step astray,

Protect and guide us in the way. 6 Make us eternal truths receive,

And practise all that we believe ;
Give us thyself, that we may see
The Father and the Son by thee.

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DODDRIDGE. The Influences of the Spirit desired. 1 GREAT Father of each perfect gift,

Behold, thy servants wait;
With longing eyes and lifted hands,

We flock around thy gate.
2 0, shed abroad that royal gift,

Thy Spirit from above,
To bless our eyes with sacred light,

And fire our hearts with love.
3 With speedy flight may he descend,

And solid comfort bring,
And o'er our languid souls extend

His all-reviving wing.
4 Blest earnest of eternal joy,

Declare our sins forgiven,
And bear with energy divine

Our raptured thoughts to heaven.
5 Diffuse, O God, these copious showers,

That earth its fruit may yield;
And change this barren wilderness

To Carmel's flowery field.

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Watts.
Breathing after the Holy Spirit.
1 COME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,

With all thy quickening powers,
Kindle a flame of sacred love

In these cold hearts of ours.

2 Look, how we grovel here below,

Fond of these trifling toys!
Our souls can neither fly nor go

To reach eternal joys.
3 In vain we tune our formal songs,

In vain we strive to rise ;
Hosannas languish on our tongues,

And our devotion dies.
4 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,

With all thy quickening powers;
Come, shed abroad a Savior's love,

And that shall kindle ours.

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SALISBURY COL. Divine Aid implored. 1 THINE influence, mighty God, is felt

Through nature's ample round; In heaven, on earth, through air and skies,

Thy energy is found. 2 Thy sacred influence, Lord, we need,

To form our hearts anew; 0, cleanse our souls from every sin,

And thy salvation show.
3 Father of light, thine aid impart,

To guide our doubtful way;
Thy truth shall scatter every cloud, -

And make a glorious day.
4 Supported by thy heavenly grace,

We'll do and bear thy will ;
That grace shall make each burden light,

And every murmur still.