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1 SOV'REIGN and transforming Grace!
We invoke thy quickening power;
Reign the spirit of this place,
Bless the purpose of this hour.

2 Holy and creative Light!

We invoke thy kindling ray;
Dawn upon our spirits' night;
Turn our darkness into day.

3 To the anxious soul impart

Hope all other hopes above;
Stir the dull and hardened heart
With a longing and a love.

4 Work in all, in all renew,

Day by day, the life divine;
All our wills to thee subdue,
All our hearts to thee incline.

C. WESLEY.

Seeking God.

1 LIGHT of life, seraphic fire; Love divine, thyself impart: Every fainting soul inspire;

Enter every drooping heart: 8 Every mournful sinner cheer, Scatter all our guilty gloom; Father, in thy grace appear, To thy human temples come. 8 Come, in this accepted hour, Bring thy heavenly kingdom in;

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Fill us with thy glorious power,
Rooting out the seeds of sin.

4 Nothing more can we require,
We will covet nothing less;
Be thou all our heart's desire,
Be our heaven, in holiness!

1 FATHER, at thy footstool see
Those who now are one in thee:
Draw us by thy grace alone;
Give, O give us to thy Son.

2 Jesus, friend of human kind,
Let us in thy name be joined;
Each to each unite and bless;
Keep us still in perfect peace.
3 Heavenly, all-alluring Dove,
Shed thy overshadowing love;
Love, the sealing grace, impart :
Dwell within our single heart

1 SPIRIT divine! attend our prayer, And make our hearts thy home; Descend with all thy gracious power; Come, Holy Spirit, come!

2 Come as the light; to waiting minds That long the truth to know, Reveal the narrow path of right, The way of duty show.

3 Come as the fire; enkindle now The sacrificial flame,

Till our whole souls an offering be,

In love's redeeming name.

4 Come as the dew; on hearts that pine
Descend in this still hour,
Till every barren place shall own
With joy thy quickening power.

5 Come as the wind, with rushing sound, With Pentecostal grace;

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And make the great salvation known, Wide as the human race.

Divine Presence Implored.

3 Here then, my God, be pleased to stay, And bid my heart rejoice;

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My bounding heart shall own thy sway, And echo to thy voice.

Invoking God's Aid.

H. WARE, JR.

1 SEAK with us, Lord; thyself reveal,
While here on earth we rove;
speak to our hearts, and let us feel
The kindlings of thy love.
With thee conversing, we forget
All toil, and time, and care;
Labor is rest, and pain is sweet,
If thou art present there.

Aid against Sin.

ETERNAL Spirit, God of truth,
Our contrite hearts inspire;
Revive the flame of heavenly love,
And feed the pure desire.

2 Subdue the power of every sin,
Whate'er that sin may be,
That we, with humble, holy heart.
May worship only thee.

1 ANOTHER Six days' work is done,
Another Sabbath is begun :
Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest,
Improve the day which God hath blest.

2 O that our tho'ts and thanks may rise,
As grateful incense, to the skies, [pose,
And draw from heaven that sweet re-
Which none but he that feels it knows!
3 This heavenly calm within the breast
Is the dear pledge of glorious rest,
Which for the church of God remains,
The end of cares, the end of pains.
4 In holy duties let the day-

In holy pleasures-pass away:
How sweet, a Sabbath thus to spend,
In hope of one that ne'er shall end!

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Creator Spirit.

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ОH, come, Creator Spirit blest,
Within these souls of thine to rest;
Come, with thy grace and heavenly aid,
To fill the hearts which thou hast made.
Come, Holy Spirit! now descend;
Most blessed gift which God can send
Thou Fire of Love, and Fount of Life!
Consume our sins, and calm our strife.
With patience firm and purpose high,
The weakness of our flesh supply;
Kindle our senses from above,
And make our hearts o'erflow with love.

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Pleasure of God's Service.

WATTS.

1 SWEET is the work, my God, my King, To praise thy name, give thanks, and To show thy love by morning light, [sing; And talk of all thy truth at night.

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Sweet is the day of sacred rest; No mortal care shall seize my breast; Oh, may my heart in tune be found, Like David's harp of solemn sound! My heart shall triumph in my Lord, And bless his works, and bless his word, Thy works of grace, how bright they shine! How deep thy counsels! how divine' 4 Lord, I shall share a glorious pa When grace hath well refined my heart, And fresh supplies of joy are shed, Like holy oil to cheer my head.