123 Breathing after the Holy Spirit.
1 COME, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove, With all thy quick'ning pow'rs,Kindle a frame of sacred love
In these cold hearts of ours.
2 In vain we tune our formal songs, In vain we strive to rise;
Hosannas languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies.
3 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?
4 Come, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove, With all thy quick'ning pow'rs,- Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love, And that shall kindle ours.
HYMN. L. M. Parting with carnal joys.
I I SEND the joys of earth away; Away, ye tempters of the mind, False as the smooth deceitful sea, And empty as the whistling wind.
2 Your streams were floating me along, Down to the gulf of black despair; And whilst I listen'd to your song, Your streams had e'en convey'd me there.
3 Lord, I adore thy matchless grace, That warn'd me of that dark abyss; That drew me from those treach'rous seas, And bade me seek superior bliss.
4 Now to the shining realms above, I stretch my hands, and glance my eyes; Oh, for the pinions of a dove,
To bear me to the upper skies.
1 JESUS, lover of my soul, Let me to thy bosom fly, While the billows near me roll, While the tempest still is high; Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life be past; Safe into the haven guide, Oh, receive my soul at last! 2 Other refuge have I none,
Lo! I, helpless, hang on thee: Leave, Oh, leave me not alone, Lest I basely shrink and flee: Thou art all my trust and aid, All my help froin thee I bring; Cover my defenceless head
With the shadow of thy wing.
3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want; Boundless love in thee I find: Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind. Just and holy is thy name;
I am all unrighteousness, Vile and full of sin I am;
Thou art full of truth and grace.
4 Plenteous grace with thee is found, Grace to pardon all my sin; Let the healing streams abound, Make and keep me pure within. Thou of life the fountain art, Freely let me take of thee: Reign, O Lord, within my heart, Reign to all eternity.
1 RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings,
Thy better portion trace;
Rise from transitory things,
Tow'rds heav'n thy native place.
Sun, and moon, and stars decay- Time shall soon this earth remove, Rise, my soul, and haste away To seats prepar'd above.
2 Rivers to the ocean run,
Nor stay in all their course: Fires ascending seek the sun, Both speeed them to their source; So a soul that's born of God, Pants to view his glorious face; Upward tends to his abode, To rest in his embrace.
3 Fly me riches, fly me cares, While I that coast explore; Flatt'ring world, with all thy snares Solicit me no more.
Pilgrims fix not here their home, Strangers tarry but a night; When the last dear morn is come, They'll rise to joyful light.
4 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn, Press onward to the prize; Soon the Saviour will return, Triumphant in the skies:
There we'll join the heav'nly train, Welcom❜d to partake the bliss; Fly from sorrow and from pain, To realms of endless peace.
1 YES! we trust the day is breaking; Joyful times are near at hand: God, the mighty God, is speaking By his word in ev'ry land: When he chooses,
Darkness flies at his command.
2 Let us hail the joyful season;
Let us hail the dawning ray: When the Lord appears, there's reason To expect a glorious day:
At his presence Gloom and darkness flee away.
3 While the foe becomes more daring; While he enters like a flood; God, the Saviour, is preparing Means to spread his truth abroad; Ev'ry language
Soon shall tell the love of God.
4 God of Jacob, high and glorious, Let thy people see thy hand; Let the gospel be victorious, Through the world in ev'ry land: And the idols
Perish, Lord, at thy command.
128 Walking with God. Gen. v. 24.
1 O FOR a closer walk with God, A calm and heav'nly frame, And light to shine upon the road That leads me to the lamb!
2 Where is the blessedness I knew When first I saw the Lord? Where is the soul refreshing view Of Jesus, and his word?
$ What peaceful hours I then enjoy'd! How sweet their mem❜ry still! But now I find an aching void, The world can never fill.
4 Return, O holy Dove, return, Sweet messenger of rest!
I hate the sins that made thee mourn, And drove thee from my breast.
5 The dearest idol I have known, Whate'er that idol be,
Help me to tear it from thy throne, And worship only thee.
6 So shall my walk be close with God, Calm and serene my frame;
So purer light shall mark the road That leads me to the Lamb.
1 HOW vain are all things here below! How false, and yet how fair! Each pleasure has its poison too, And every sweet a snare.
2 The brightest things below the sky Give but a flattering light;
We should suspect some danger nigh, Where we possess delight.
3 Our dearest joys, and nearest friends, The partners of our blood, How they divide our wav'ring minds, And leave but half for God.
4 The fondness of a creature's love, How strong it strikes the sense! Thither the warm affections move, Nor can we call them thence.
5 Dear Saviour! let thy beauties be My soul's eternal food;
And grace command my heart From all created good.
HYMN. C. M.
Revelation welcomed.
1 HAIL, sacred truth! whose piercing rays Dispel the shades of night; Diffusing o'er the mental world, The healing beams of light.
2 Jesus, thy word, with friendly aid, Restores our wandering feet; Converts the sorrows of the mind To joys divinely sweet.
3 Oh! send thy light and truth abroad, In all their radiant blaze;
And bid th' admiring world adore The glories of thy grace.
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