Imatges de pÓgina


78 & 68.

AR SAVIOUR, I thy word believe,

My unbelief remove;
Now thy quickening Spirit give,

The unction from above:
Show me, Lord, how good thou art ;

Now thy gracious word fulfil;
Send the witness to my heart,

The Holy Ghost reveal.
Blessed Comforter, come down,

And live ard move in nie;
Make my every deed thine own,

In all things led by thee:
Bid'my sin and fear depart,

And within oh deign to dwell;
Faithful Witness, in my heart

Thy perfect light reveal.
3 Whom the world cannot receive,

O Lord, reveal in me;
Son of God, I cease to live,

Unless I live to thee:
Make me choose the better part;

Oh, do thou my pardon seal;
Send'the witness to my heart,

The Holy Ghost reveal. 217

L. M.

Medway. Bath.
Aff GREAT God, and shall thy Spirit rest

In such a wretched heart as mine?
Unworthy dwelling glorious Guest !

How great the favor!-how divine !
2 When sin prevails—and gloomy fear,

And hope almost expires in night,
Lord, can thy Spirit then be here-

Great spring of comfort, life, and light?
3 Sure the blest Comforter is nigh !

'Tis he sustains my fainting heart !
Else would my hope forever die,

And every cheering ray depart.
4 And, when my cheerful hope can say,

“I love my God, and taste his grace,"
Lord, is it not thy blişsful ray

Which brings this dawn of sacred peace

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5 Let thy good Spirit in my heart

Forever dwell--O God of love!
And light and heavenly peace impart

Sweet earnest of the joys above. 218

L. M.

Medvay. Bath THE Holy Spirit sure is nigh!

'Tis he sustains my fainting heart!
Else would my hope forever die,

And every cheering ray depart.
2 When some kind promise glads my soul,

Do I not find his healing voice
The tempest of my fears control,

And bid my drooping powers rejoice?
3 Whene'er to call the Saviour mine,

With ardent wish, my heart aspires;
Can it be less than power divine,

Which animates these strong desires ?
4 What less than thy almighty word

Can raise my heart from earth and dust,
And bid me cleave to thee, my Lord,

My life, my treasure, and my trust? 219

8. M. Bethany. Haverhill Aff BLEST Comforter divine !

Let rays of heavenly love
Amid our gloom and darkness shine,

And guide our souls above.
2 Draw, with thy still small voice,

Us from each sinful way;
And bid the mourning saint rejoice,

Though earthly joys decay.
3 By thine inspiring breath

Make every cloud of care,
And e'en the gloomy vale of death,

A smile of glory wear.
4 Oh, fill thou every heart

With love to all our race !
Great Comforter! to us impart

These blessings of thy grace. 220

L. M. Hingham. Brentford Aff BREATHE, Holy Spirit, from above,

Until our hearts with fervor glow :
Oh, kindle there a Saviour's love,

True sympathy with human wo.

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. 221

C. M. Med field. 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. 222

C. M. Mansfield. Medfolde
Af 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 froin sin, and death, and hell,

Through Christ's atoning blood.

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L. M.

Sunderland. Uxbridge. P 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. 224

L. M. Hingham, Bowen. 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. 225

The Spirit entreated not to depart.
Af 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 tlie promised land.

L. M. Hlngham. Danver. 226 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. 227

L. M. Danvers. Rotterdara,
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.


L. M.

Windham. 228 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 niust count her gold but dross,

If she would gain this heavenly land.

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