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1 Sov'REIGN and transforming Grace! We invoke thy quickening power; Reign the spirit of this place,

Bless the purpose of this hour.

2 Holy and creative Light!

We invoke thy kindling ray;
Dawn upon our spirits' night;
Turn our darkness into day.
3 To the anxious soul impart

Hope all other hopes above;
Stir the dull and hardened heart
With a longing and a love.

+ Work in all, in all renew,

Day by day, the life divine;
All our wills to thee subdue,
All our hearts to thee incline."

C. WESLEY.

Seeking God.

1 LIGHT of life, seraphic fire; Love divine, thyself impart: Every fainting soul inspire; Enter every drooping heart: 2 Every mournful sinner cheer, Scatter all our guilty gloom; Father, in thy grace appear, To thy human temples come. 3 Come, in this accepted hour, Bring thy heavenly kingdom in;

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Fill us with thy glorious power,
Rooting out the seeds of sin.

4 Nothing more can we require,
We will covet nothing less;
Be thou all our heart's desire,
Be our heaven, in holiness!

1 FATHER, at thy footstool see
Those who now are one in thee:
Draw us by thy grace alone;
Give, O give us to thy Son.

2 Jesus, friend of human kind,
Let us in thy name be joined;
Each to each unite and bless;
Keep us still in perfect peace.
3 Heavenly, all-alluring Dove,
Shed thy overshadowing love;
Love, the sealing grace, impart;
Dwell within our single heart.

1 SPIRIT divine! attend our prayer, And make our hearts thy home; Descend with all thy gracious power; Come, Holy Spirit, come!

2 Come as the light; to waiting minds That long the truth to know, Reveal the narrow path of right, The way of duty show.

3 Come as the fire; enkindle now The sacrificial flame,

Till our whole souls an offering be,

In love's redeeming name.

4 Come as the dew; on hearts that pine
Descend in this still hour,
Till every barren place shall own
With joy thy quickening power.

5 Come as the wind, with rushing sound, With Pentecostal grace;

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And make the great salvation known, Wide as the human race.

C. WESLEY.

Divine Presence Implored.
1 SPEAK with us, Lord; thyself reveal,
While here on earth we rove;
Speak to our hearts, and let us feel
The kindlings of thy love.

2 With thee conversing, we forget
All toil, and time, and care;
Labor is rest, and pain is sweet,
If thou art present there.

3 Here then, my God, be pleased to stay, And bid my heart rejoice;

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My bounding heart shall own thy sway, And echo to thy voice.

Invoking God's Aid.

H. WARE, JR.

1 ANOTHER Six days' work is done,
Another Sabbath is begun :
Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest,
Improve the day which God hath blest.

2 O that our tho'ts and thanks may rise,
As grateful incense, to the skies, [pose,
And draw from heaven that sweet re-
Which none but he that feels it knows!
3 This heavenly calm within the breast
Is the dear pledge of glorious rest,
Which for the church of God remains,
The end of cares, the end of pains.
4 In holy duties let the day-
In holy pleasures-pass away:
How sweet, a Sabbath thus to spend,
In hope of one that ne'er shall end!

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Creator Spirit.

1 Oн, come, Creator Spirit blest,
Within these souls of thine to rest;
Come, with thy grace and heavenly aid,
To fill the hearts which thou hast made.
Come, Holy Spirit! now descend;
Most blessed gift which God can send;
Thou Fire of Love, and Fount of Life!
Consume our sins, and calm our strife.
With patience firm and purpose high,
The weakness of our flesh supply;
Kindle our senses from above,

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And make our hearts o'erflow with love.

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Pleasure of God's Service.

WATTS.

1 SWEET is the work, my God, my King, To praise thy name, give thanks, and To show thy love by morning light, [sing; And talk of all thy truth at night.

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Sweet is the day of sacred rest; No mortal care shall seize my breast; Oh, may my heart in tune be found, Like David's harp of solemn sound! My heart shall triumph in my Lord, And bless his works, and bless his word; Thy works of grace, how bright they shine! How deep thy counsels! how divine! 4 Lord, I shall share a glorious part, When grace hath well refined my heart, And fresh supplies of joy are shed, Like holy oil to cheer my head.