3 To make an end of sin,

And Satan's works destroy,
He brings his kingdom in,

Peace, righteousness, and joy; The Holy Ghost to man is given; Rejoice in God sent down from heaven.

4 The cleansing blood to apply, The heavenly life display, And wholly sanctify,

And seal us to that day,

The Holy Ghost to man is given; Rejoice in God sent down from heaven.

5 Sent down to make us meet To see his glorious face, And grant us each a seat

In that thrice happy place, The Holy Ghost to man is given; Rejoice in God sent down from heaven. 6 From heaven he shall once more Triumphantly descend,

And all his saints restore

To joys that never end;

Then, then, when all our joys are given, Rejoice in God, rejoice in heaven.

1 WHY should the children of a king Go mourning all their days? Great Comforter, descend, and bring The tokens of thy grace!

1 PURE baptismal Fire divine,
All thy heavenly powers exert,
In my deepest darkness shine,
Spread thy warmth throughout my
heart;

Come, thou Spirit of burning come,
Comforter through Jesus given;
All my earthly dross consume,

Fill my soul with love from heaven.

2 Love in me intensely burn,
Love mine inmost essence seize,
All into thy nature turn,

All into thy holiness!
Spark of thy celestial flame,

Then my soul shall upward move,
Trembling on with steady aim,
Seek and join its source above.

1 HOLY Spirit! pity me,
Pierced with grief for grieving
thee;

Present, though I mourn apart,
Listen to a wailing heart.

2 Sins unnumbered I confess,
Of exceeding sinfulness,
Sins against thyself alone,
Only to Omniscience known;
3 Deafness to thy whispered calls,
Rashness midst remembered falls,
Transient fears beneath the rod,
Treacherous trifling with my God;
4 Tasting that the Lord is good,
Pining then for poisoned food;
At the fountains of the skies
Craving creaturely supplies!
5 Worldly cares at worship-time;
Grovelling aims in works sublime;
Pride, when God is passing by!
Sloth, when souls in darkness die !
6 Chilled devotions, changed desires,
Quenched corruption's earlier fires :
Sins like these my heart deceive,
Thee, who only know'st them, grieve.
7 O how lightly have I slept,
With thy daily wrongs unwept !
Sought thy chidings to defer,
Shunned the wounded Comforter.
8 Woke to holy labours fresh,
With the plague-spot in my flesh;

GRACIOUS Spirit, dwell with me!

I myself would gracious be,
And with words that help and heal
Would thy life in mine reveal;

And with actions bold and meek
Would for Christ my Saviour speak.

2 Truthful Spirit, dwell with me!
I myself would truthful be,
And with wisdom kind and clear
Let thy life in mine appear;
And with actions brotherly
Speak my Lord's sincerity.

3 Tender Spirit, dwell with me!
I myself would tender be;
Shut my heart up like a flower
At temptation's darksome hour,
Open it when shines the sun,
And his love by fragrance own.
4 Mighty Spirit, dwell with me!
I myself would mighty be,
Mighty so as to prevail
Where unaided man must fail,
Ever by a mighty hope
Pressing on, and bearing up.
Holy Spirit, dwell with me!
I myself would holy be,
Separate from sin, I would
Choose, and cherish all things good;
And whatever I can be

Give to him who gave me thee.

While yet thou dwelledst not in me,
Reprove my folly, but forgive,
And make me understand and live.

4 Thou gav'st the word, and must apply; Thou know'st the Son, and must make known;

In vain he died, and rose on high, And stoops beseeching from his throne,

Till thou this alien heart prepare, And gain for Christ an entrance there. 5 O could I always know thee near,

Midst means and ministries of grace! Thy footsteps in my closet hear,

Thy finger on my Bible trace! My God! here find, here grant thy rest, Pleased inmate of my peaceful breast!

6 Nor me alone instruct, rejoice;

All souls are thine, teach, comfort all! Let each soon recognise thy voice In every evangelic call, Then feel thy halcyon rest within Calming the storms of dread and sin.

May barrenness rejoice to own

Thy fertilizing power.

Come as the dove! and spread thy wings,

The wings of peaceful love;

And let thy church on earth become Blest as the church above.

6 Come as the wind, with rushing sound And Pentecostal grace!

7

That all of woman born may see
The glory of thy face.

Spirit divine! attend our prayers,
Make a lost world thy home;
Descend with all thy gracious powers,
O come, great Spirit, come!

(See also Hymns 85, 86, 161, 165, 351, 374, 376, 377, 506.)

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SECTION V.

PENITENTIAL HYMNS.

8s & 6 s.

6-8 s.

The Love of Christ the Sinner's Plea.
THOU who hast redeemed of old,
And bidd'st me of thy strength lay
hold,

And be at peace with thee,
Help me thy benefits to own,
And hear me tell what thou hast done,
O dying Lamb, for me!

2 Out of myself for help I go,
Thy only love resolved to know,

Thy love my plea I make;
Give me thy love, 'tis all I claim;
Give, for the honour of thy name,

Give, for thy mercy's sake.

3 Canst thou deny that love to me?
Say, thou Incarnate Deity,

Thou Man of sorrows, say;
Thy glory why didst thou enshrine
In such a clod of earth as mine,

And wrap thee in my clay?

4 Ancient of days, why didst thou come, And stoop to a poor virgin's womb,

Contracted to a span?

Flesh of our flesh why wast thou made,
And humbly in a manger laid,

The new-born Son of man?

5 Love, only love, thy heart inclined,
And brought thee, Saviour of mankind,
Down from thy throne above;
Love made my God a man of grief,
Distressed thee sore for my relief:
O mystery of love!

6 Because thou lov'dst, and diedst for me,
Cause me, my Saviour, to love thee,
And gladly to resign
Whate'er I have, whate'er I am;
My life be all with thine the same,
And all thy death be mine.

773

Pleading with Christ for Salvation.
EGARDLESS now of things below,
Jesus, to thee my heart aspires,
Determined thee alone to know,
Author and end of my desires;
Fill me with righteousness divine:
To end, as to begin, is thine.

2 What is a worthless worm to thee?
What is in man thy grace to move?
That still thou seekest those who flee
The arms of thy pursuing love?
That still thine inmost bowels cry,
"Why, sinner, wilt thou perish, why?"
3 Ah, show me, Lord, my depth of sin!
Ah, Lord, thy depth of mercy show!
End, Jesus, end this war within!

No rest my spirit e'er shall know, Till thou thy quickening influence give: Breathe, Lord, and these dry bones shall live.

4 There, there before the throne thou art, The Lamb ere earth's foundation

For Condemned Malefactors.
THOU that hangedst on the tree,
Our curse and sufferings to remove,
Pity the souls that look to thee,
And save us by thy dying love.

2 We have no outward righteousness,
No merits or good works, to plead ;
We only can be saved by grace:
Thy grace will here be free indeed.