2 Bid our conflicting passions cease,
And terror from each conscience flee :
Oh, speak to every bosom peace,
Unknown to all who know not thee.
3 Give us to taste thy heavenly joy,
Our hopes to brightest glory raise;
Guide us to bliss without alloy,
And tune our hearts to endless praise.
Medfield. Oakland.
WHY should the children of a King
Go mourning all their days?-
Great Comforter! descend, and bring
Some tokens of thy grace.
2 Dost thou not dwell in all thy saints,
And seal then heirs of heaven?
When wilt thou banish my complaints,
And show my sins forgiven?
3 Assure my conscience of her part
In my Redeemer's blood;
And bear thy witness with my heart,
That I am born of God.
4 Thou art the earnest of his love,
The pledge of joys to come;
And thy soft wings, celestial Dove,
Will safe convey me home.
Aff ETERNAL Spirit!-God of truth!
Our contrite hearts inspire:
Kindle the flame of heavenly love,
And feed the pure desire.
2 'Tis thine to soothe the sorrowing mind,
With guilt and fear oppressed:
"Tis thine to bid the dying live,
And give the weary rest.
3 Subdue the power of every sin,
Whate'er that sin may be;
That we with humble, holy heart,
May worship only thee.
4 Then with our spirits witness bear,
That we are sons of God;
Redeemed from sin, and death, and hell,
Through Christ's atoning blood.
THE Spirit, like a peaceful dove,
Flies from the realms of noise and strife:
Why should we vex and grieve his love,
Who seals our souls to heavenly life!
2 Tender and kind be all our thoughts;
Through all our lives let mercy run;
So God forgives our numerous faults,
Through grace abounding in the Son.
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Aff SPIRIT of peace! immortal Dove!
Ilere let thy gentle influence reign:
Come, fill my soul with heavenly love,
And all the graces of thy train.
2 Not all the sweets beneath the sky,
Nor corn, nor oil, nor richest wine,
Could raise my tuneful song so high,
Or yield me pleasures so divine.
3 Blest with thy presence, I could meet
Death, though in all his terrors dressed;
Nor, while I taste a joy so sweet,
One fear disturb my peaceful breast.
L. M. Windham. Hingham.
The Spirit entreated not to depart.
Aff STAY, thou insulted Spirit-stay!
Though I have done thee such despite ;
Cast not a sinner quite away,
Nor take thine everlasting flight.
2 Though I have most unfaithful been
Of all who e'er thy grace received;
Ten thousand times thy goodness seen,
Ten thousand times thy goodness grieved ;-
3 Yet, oh! the chief of sinners spare,
In honor of my great High Priest;
Nor, in thy righteous anger, swear
I shall not see thy people's rest.
4 My weary soul, O God, release,
Uphold me with thy gracious hand;
Guide me into thy perfect peace,
And bring me to the promised land.
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Prayer for the Return of the Spirit.
O LORD, and shall our fainting souls,
Thy just displeasure ever mourn;
Thy Spirit, grieved, and long withdrawn,
Will he no more to us return?
2 Great Source of light and peace, return,
Nor let us mourn and sigh in vain ;
Come, repossess these longing hearts
With all the graces of thy train.
3 This temple, hallowed by thine hand,
Once more be with thy presence blest:
Here be thy grace anew displayed,
Be this thine everlasting rest.
LORD, in the temples of thy grace
Thy saints behold thy smiling face;
Here have we seen thy glory shine
With power and majesty divine.
2 Return, O Lord-our spirits cry—
Our graces droop-our comforts die;
Return, and let thy glories rise
Again to our admiring eyes ;-
mf 3 Till, filled with light, and joy, and love,
Thy courts below, like those above,
Triumphant hallelujahs raise,
ff While heaven and earth resound thy praise.
WARNINGS AND INVITATIONS OF THE
The broad and narrow Ways.
BROAD is the road that leads to death,
And thousands walk together there;
But wisdom shows a narrow path,
With here and there a traveller.
2 "Deny thyself, and take thy cross,
Is the Redeemer's great command;
Nature must count her gold but dross,
If she would gain this heavenly land.
3 The fearful soul, that tires and faints,
And walks the ways of God no more,
Is but esteemed almost a saint,'
And makes his own destruction sure.
4 Loid, let not all my hopes be vain;
Create my heart entirely new;
Which hypocrites could ne'er attain;
Which false apostates never knew.
STRAIT is the way-the door is strait,
That leads to joys on high:
"Tis but a few that find the gate,
While crowds mistake and die.
2 Beloved self must be denied,
The mind and will renewed,
Passion suppressed-and patience tried,
And vain desires subdued.
3 Lord, can a feeble, helpless worm
Fulfil a task so hard?
Thy grace must all the work perform,
And give the free reward.
The Way of Sin not the Way to Heaven.
CAN sinners hope for heaven,
Who love this world so well?
Or dream of future happiness,
While on the road to hell?
2 Can sin's deceitful way
Conduct to Zion's hill?
Or those expect with God to reign
Who disregard his will?
3 Shall they hosannas sing,
With an unhallowed tongue?
Shall palms adorn the guilty hand
Which does its neighbor wrong?
4 Thy grace, O God, alone,
Good hopes can e'er afford!
The pardoned and renewed shall see
The glory of the Lord.
Danger of rejecting Christ.
p" HARK! from the cross a voice of peace Bids Sinai's awful thunder cease!—
Aff Sinner! that voice of love obey,
From Christ, the true, the living way.
2 How else his presence wilt thou bear,
When he in judgment shall appear?
When slighted love to wrath shall turn,
And all the earth like Sinai burn?
3 Now from the cross a voice of peace Bids Sinai's awful thunder ceaseAff O sinner, while 'tis called to-day, That voice of saving love obey.
WHY will ye waste on trifling cares
That life which God's compassion spares?
While, in the various range of thought,
The one thing needful is forgot?
2 Shall God invite you from above?
Shall Jesus urge his dying love?
Shall troubled conscience give you pain?
And all these pleas unite in vain?
3 Not so your eyes will always view
Those objects which you now pursue:
Not so will heaven and hell appear,
When death's decisive hour is near.
Aff 4 Almighty God! thy grace impart;
Fix deep conviction on each heart:
Nor let us waste on trifling cares
That life which thy compassion spares.
The Sinner invited and threatened.
HEAR, O sinner!-mercy hails you,
Now with sweetest voice she calls;
Bids you haste to seek the Saviour,
Ere the hand of justice falls;
Hear, O sinner!-
'Tis the voice of mercy calls.
2 See! the storm of vengeance gathering
O'er the path you dare to tread ;
Hark! the awful thunders rolling
Loud, and louder o'er your head ;-
Turn, O sinner!-
Lest the lightnings strike you dead.
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