2 Bid our conflicting passions cease, And terror from each conscience flee; Oh, speak to every boson 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.
1 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 them 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 iny 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 1 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.
1 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. Hingham. Bowen Aff 1 SPIRIT of peace! immortal Dove! Here 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 ny peaceful breast.
The Spirit entreated not to depart.
Aff 1 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.
Prayer for the Return of the Spirit.
1 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.
1 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,
Till heaven and earth resound thy praise.
1 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 Lord, let not all my hopes be vain; Create my heart entirely new; Which hypocrites could ne'er attain ; Which false apostates never knew.
1 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.
230 The Way of Sin not the Way to Heaven.
1 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 1 HARK! from the cross a voice of peace
Bids Sinai's awful thunder cease!—
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 cease- O sinner, while 'tis called to-day, That voice of saving love obey.
1 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.
1 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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