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2 Dost thou not dwell in all the saints,

And seal the heirs of heav'n?
When wilt thou banish my complaints,

And show my sins forgiv'n?
3 Assure my conscience of her part,

In the 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.

497. Breathing after the Holy Spirit. (C. M.)
1
COM
YOME, Holy Spirit, Heav'nly Dove,

With all thy quick’ning pow'rs,
Kindle a flame of sacred love

In these cold hearts of ours.
2 Look, how we grovel here below,

Fond of these trifling toys;
Our souls can neither fy nor go

To reach eternal joys.
3 In vain we tune our formal songs,

In vain we strive to rise ;
Hosannas languish on our tongues,

And our devotion dies.
4 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?

5 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.

498. The Operations of the Holy Spirit.
1
ETERNAL Spirit! we confess,

And sing the wonders of thy grace;
Thy pow'r conveys our blessings down,

From God the Father and the Son. 2 Enlighten'd by thine heav'nly ray,

Our shades and darkness turn to day;
Thine inward teachings make us know,

Our danger, and our refuge too.
3 Thy pow'r and glory work within,
And break the chains of reigning sin

; Doth our imperious lusts subdue,

And form our wretched hearts anew. 4 The troubled conscience knows thy voice;

Thy cheering words awake our joys:
Thy words allay the stormy wind,
And calm the surges of the mind.

499. Effects of Divine Grace. (P. M.)
1 WHEN, with my mind devoutly prest,

Dear Saviour, my revolving breast
Would past offences trace;
Trembling, I make the black review,
Yet pleas'd behold, admiring too,

The power of changing grace.

2 This tongue, with blasphemies defild,
These feet, to erring paths beguild,

In heavenly league agree:
Who could believe such lips could praise,
Or think my dark and winding ways

Should ever lead to thee?
3 These eyes, that once abus'd their sight,
Now lift to thee their watery light,

And weep a silent flood;
These hands ascend in ceaseless prayer,-
O wash away the stains they wear,

In thy redeeming blood !
4 These ears, that pleas'd could entertain
The midnight oath, the lustful strain,

When round the festal board ;
Now, deaf to all th' enchanting noise,
Avoid the throng, detest the joys,

And press to hear thy word.
5 Thus art thou serv'd in every part;
O would'st thou more transform my heart,

This drossy thing refine;
That grace might nature's strength controul,
And a new creature, body, soul,

Be, Lord, for ever thine ! 500.

Longing for Heaven. (L.M.) 1

Toiling, I cry,“ Sweet Spirit, come! « Celestial breeze, no longer stay,

“ But swell my sails, and speed my way. 2“ Fain would I mount, fain would I glow,

" And loose my cable from below; “ But I can only spread my sail; “ Thou, thou must breatbe th' auspicious gale!"

501. The Leadings of the Holy Spirit. (L. M.) 1 COWE YOME Holy Spirit, source of love,

With light and comfort from above; Be thou our guardian, thou our guide,

O’er every thought and step preside.
2 Conduct us safe, conduct us far

From every sin and hurtful snare;
Lead to thy word that rules must give,

And teach us lessons how to live.
3 The light of truth to us display,

And make us know and choose thy way;
Plant holy fear in ev'ry heart,

That we from God may ne'er depart.
4 Lead us to holiness, the road,

That we must take to dwell with God;
Lead us to Christ, the living way,

Nor let us from his pastures stray.
5 Lead us to God our final rest,

In his enjoyment to be blest;
Lead us to heav'n, the seat of bliss,
Where pleasure in perfection is.

1 COME

502. To the Holy Spirit. (L. M.)

VOME, Holy Spirit, calm my mind,

And fit me to approach my God; Remove each vain, each worldly thought,

And lead me to thy blest abode.
2 Hast thou imparted to my soul,

A living spark of heav'nly fire?
O kindle now the sacred flame,
Make me to burn with pure

desire.

3 Impress upon my wand'ring heart,

The love that Christ to sinners bore ; Then mourn the wounds my sins produc'd,

And my redeeming God adore.

THE TRINITY. 503. A Song of Praise to the ever blessed Trinity.

(L. M.)
1
BLES
LESS'D be the Father and his love,

To whose celestial source we owe
Rivers of endless joy above,

And rills of comfort here below. 2 Glory to thee, great Son of God,

From whose dear wounded body rolls,
A precious stream of vital blood,

Pardon and life for dying souls.
3 We give thee, Sacred Spirit, praise,

Who in our hearts of sin and woe,
Makes living springs of grace arise,

And into boundless glory flow.
4 Thus God the Father, God the Son,

And God the Spirit, we adore;
That sea of life and love unknown,

Without a bottom or a shore.
504. The same. (P. M.)
1 E give immortal praise,

To God the Father's love,
For all our comforts here,

And better hopes above;
He sent his own eternal Son,
To die for sins that man had done.

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