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a The eye of God looks down on them, His love is centred there;

His Spirit yearns to be o'ercome

By their sweet strife of prayer.

He comes! he comes! that mighty breath,

From heaven's eternal shores; His uncreated freshness fills

The church as it adores.

One moment-and the Spirit hung

O'er all with dread desire;
Then broke upon the heads of all
In clovén tongues of fire!
Most humble Spirit! mighty God!
Sweet must thy presence be,
If loss of Jesus can be gain,
So long as we have thee!

Frederic W. Faber. 1849.

ST. MARTIN'S. C. M.

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William Tansur. 1735.

I 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 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?

5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all thy quickening powers,
Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love,
And that shall kindle ours.

Isaac Watts. 1709.

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2 If noisy war, or strife, abound,
We grieve the peaceful Dove;
His gracious aid is ever found
In paths of truth and love.

3 Forbid it, gracious Lord, that we,
Who, from thy hand, receive
The Spirit's power to make us free,
Should e'er that Spirit grieve.
John Fawcett. 1789.

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I SPIRIT Divine! attend our prayers,
And make our hearts thy home;
Descend with all thy gracious powers,
O come, Great Spirit, come!

2 Come as the light; to us reveal
Our emptiness and woe;
And lead us in those paths of life
Where all the righteous go.

3 Come as the fire; and purge our hearts, Like sacrificial flame;

Let our whole soul an offering be
To our Redeemer's name.

4 Come as the dove; and spread thy wings, The wings of peaceful love;

And let thy church on earth become
Blessed as the church above.
Andrew Reed. 1843.

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I ENTHRONED on high, Almighty Lord!
The Holy Ghost send down;
Fulfill in us thy faithful word,

And all thy mercies crown.

2 Though on our heads no tongues of fire
Their wondrous powers impart,
Grant, Saviour, what we more desire,
Thy Spirit in our heart.

3 Spirit of life, and light, and love,
Thy heavenly influence give;
Quicken our souls, our guilt remove,
That we in Christ may live.

4 To our benighted minds reveal
The glories of his grace,

And bring us where no clouds conceal The brightness of his face.

5 His love within us shed abroad, Life's ever-springing well;

Till God in us, and we in God,

In love eternal dwell.

SOLITUDE. 7s.

L. T. Downes. 1851.

this heart of mine;