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Thy spirit sways with soft control,
And bears our thoughts above.
In search of folly rove?
From these soft bands of love ? 4 Extend around thy loving arms,
Infold us in thy breast,
Our joyful souls may rest.
HYMN 418. 61. L. M. [#]
Angelic Strains responded. 1 ARRAYED in clouds of golden light,
More bright than heaven's resplendent bow, Jehovah's angel came by night,
To bless the sleeping world below:
How sweet the hallowed strains he sung ! 2 Good will henceforth to man be given;
The light of glory beams on earth;
saints below rejoice with mirth :
HYMN 419. C. M. [#or b]
Be my vain wishes stilled;
With better hopes be filled. 2 Thy love the power of thought bestowed ;
To thee my thoughts would soar :
That mercy I adore.
Thy ruling hand I see!
Because conferred by thee.
In every pain I bear,
Or seek relief in prayer.
Thy love my thoughts shall fill;
My soul shall meet thy will. 6 My lifted eye, without a tear,
The gathering storm shall see;
That heart will rest on thee.
HYMN 420. C. M. [b]
Looks through the shades of night;
With heart discerning-sight.
My humble worship paid
And every evening's shade.
To thee my soul shall soar;
Employ the silent hour.
My soul in secret bless;
Thy suppliant to confess.
HYMN 421. L. M. [#or b]
Devout Considerations and Desires.
The Lord shall shed his blessings down;
Earth shall renew her blissful corps. 2 Lands that, beneath a burning sky,
Have long been desolate and dry,
3 The dews and rains, in all their store,
Drenching the pastures o'er and o'er,
Which sanctifies and saves our race. 4 As, in soft silence, vernal showers
Descend, and cheer the fainting flowers,
Falls the sweet influence from above. 5 That heavenly influence let me find
In holy silence of the mind,
every grace maintains its bloom, Diffusing wide its rich perfume. 6 Nor let these blessings be confined
To me, but poured on all mankind,
HYMN 422. C. M. [# or 6 ]
Breathing after the holy Spirit.
With all thy quickening powers;
In these cold hearts of ours.
Fond of these trifling toys;
To reach eternal joys.
In vain we strive to rise ;
And our devotion dies.
4 Dear Lord, and shall we ever live
At this poor dying rate?
And thine to us so great ?
With all thy quickening powers ;
And that shall kindle ours.
HYMN 423. L. M. [#]
Pleasures of Devotion. 1 Far from my thoughts, vain world, be gone;
Let my religious hours alone :
I wait a visit, Lord, froin thee.
And kindles with a pure desire;
And feed my soul with heavenly love. 3 Blest Jesus, what delicious fare !
How sweet thine entertainments are !
Redeeming grace and dying love. 4 Hail, great Immanuel, all divine !
In thee thy Father's glorieś shine,