4 Send some message from thy word, That may joy and peace afford; Let thy Spirit now impart,
Full salvation to each heart.
5 Comfort those who weep and mourn, Let the time of joy return;
Those that are cast down lift up; Make them strong in faith and hope. 6 Grant that all may seek and find, Thee a gracious God, and kind; Heal the sick, the captive free; Let us all rejoice in thee.
HYMN 154. L. M. [74]
JESUS, from whom all blessings flow, Great builder of thy church below; If now thy Spirit moves my breast, Hear and fulfil thine own request. 2 The few that truly call thee Lord, And wait thy sanctifying word; And thee their utmost Saviour own, Unite and perfect them in one.
3 0 let them all thy mind express, Stand forth thy chosen witnesses; Thy power unto salvation show, And perfect holiness below.
4 In them let all mankind behold, How Christians liv'd in days of old; Mighty their envious foes to move, A proverb of reproach-and love.
JESUS, the all-restoring Word, My fallen spirit's hope,
After thy lovely likeness, Lord, Ah, when shall I wake up?
2 Thou, O my God, thou only art The Life, the Truth, the Way; Quicken my soul, instruct my heart, My sinking footsteps stay.
3 Of all thou hast in earth below, In heaven above to give,
Give me thine only love to know, In thee to walk and live.
4 Fill me with all the life of love; In mystic union join
Me to thyself, and let me prove The fellowship divine.
5 Open the intercourse between My longing soul and thee; Never to be broke off again To all eternity.
HYMN 156. L. M. [75]
MY hope, my all, my Saviour thou, To thee, lo, now my soul I bow; I feel the bliss thy wounds impart, I find thee, Saviour, in my heart.
2 Be thou my strength, be thou my way, Protect me through my life's short day; In all my acts may wisdom guide, And keep me, Saviour, near thy side. 3 Correct, reprove and comfort me: As I have need, my Saviour be; And if I would from thee depart, Then clasp, me, Saviour to thy heart. 4 In fierce temptation's darkest hour, Save me from sin and Satan's power; Tear every idol from thy throne, And reign, my Saviour, reign alone,
5 My suff'ring time shall soon be o'er, Then shall I sigh and weep no more ; My ransom'd soul shall soar away, To sing thy praise in endless day.
WHOM man forsakes thou wilt not leave, Ready the outcasts to receive: Though all my simpleness I own, And all my faults to thee are known. 2 Ah! wherefore did I ever doubt ? Thou wilt in no wise cast me out, A helpless soul that comes to thee, With only sin and misery.
3 Lord, I am sick, my sickness cure; I want, do thou enrich the poor: Under thy mighty hand I stoop; O lift the abject sinner up!
4 Lord, I am blind, be thou my sight; Lord, I weak, be thou my might; A helper of the helpless be, And let me find my all in thee!
JESUS, Redeemer of mankind, Display thy saving power: Thy mercy let these outcasts find, And know their gracious hour.
2 O wouldst thou cast a pitying look, All goodness as thou art,
Like that which faithless Peter's broke, On each obdurate heart!
3 Who thee beneath their feet have trod, And crucified afresh,
Touch with thine all-victorious blood, And turn the stone to flesh.
4 Open their eyes thy cross to see, Their ears to hear thy cries: Sinner, thy Saviour weeps for thee, For thee he weeps and dies.
5 All the day long he meekly stands, His rebels to receive;
And shows his wounds, and spreads his hands, And bids you turn and live.
HYMN 159. C. M. [78]
COME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all thy quick'ning powersTM; Kindle a flame of sacred love
In these cold hearts of ours.
2 Look how we grovel here below, Fond of these earthly toys; Our souls, how heavily they 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 Father, 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, heavenly Dove, With all thy quick'ning powers; Come shed abroad a Saviour's love, And that shall kindle ours.
ALL glory to the dying Lamb, And never-ceasing praise; While angels live to know thy name, Or men to feel thy grace!
2 With this cold, stony heart of mine, Jesus, to thee, I flee;
And to thy grace my soul resign, To be renew'd by thee.
3 Give me to hide my blushing face, While thy dear cross appears; Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, And melt mine eyes to tears. 4 O may the uncorrupted Seed, Abide and reign within; And thy life-giving word forbid My new-born soul to sin.
5 Father, I wait before thy throne; Call me a child of thine:
Send down the Spirit of thy Son, To form my heart divine.
6 There shed thy promis'd love abroad, And make my comfort strong; Then shall I say, "My Father God!" With an unwav'ring tongue.
FATHER, I stretch my hands to thee, No other help I know; If thou withdraw thyself from me, Ah, whither shall I go?
2 What did thine only Son endure, Before I drew my breath! What pain, what labor, to secure My soul from endless death!
3 O Jesus, could I this believe,
I now should feel thy power;
Now my poor soul thou wouldst retrieve, Nor let me wait one hour.
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