Moderato. 3 4 4 1 SOV'REIGN and transforming Grace! 2 Holy and creative Light! We invoke thy kindling ray; 3 To the anxious soul impart Hope all other hopes above; 4 Work in all, in all renew, Day by day, the life divine; 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; 5 6 Fill us with thy glorious power, 4 Nothing more can we require, 1 FATHER, at thy footstool see 2 Jesus, friend of human kind, 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 5 Come as the wind, with rushing sound, With Pentecostal grace; 8 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; 9 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, Aid against Sin. ETERNAL Spirit, God of truth, 2 Subdue the power of every sin, 1 ANOTHER Six days' work is done, 2 O that our tho'ts and thanks may rise, In holy pleasures-pass away: 1 2 3 Creator Spirit. ; ОH, come, Creator Spirit blest, 14 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. 2 3 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. |