YOME, thou Almighty King,
Help us thy name to sing,
Help us to praise ;
Father all glorious,
O'er all victorious,
Come, and reign over us,
Ancient of Days!
2 Come, thou all-gracious Lord!
By heaven and earth adored,
Our prayer attend!
Come, and thy children bless;
Give thy good word success;
Make thine own holiness
On us descend!
3 Never from us depart;
Rule thou in every heart,
Hence, evermore !
Thy sovereign majesty
May we in glory see,
And to eternity
Love and adore!
OVEREIGN 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.
IGHT of life, seraphic fire;
Love divine, thyself impart:
Every fainting soul inspire;
Enter every drooping heart:
2 Every mournful sinner cheer,
Scatter all our guilty gloom;
Father, in thy grace appear,
To thy human temples come.
3 Come, in this accepted hour,
Bring thy heavenly kingdom in ;
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!
PIRIT 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.
HOU Power and Peace! in whom we find
THOU
All holiest strength, all purest love,
The rushing of the mighty wind,
The brooding of the gentle dove,-
2 Forever lend thy sovereign aid,
And urge us on, and keep us thine;
Nor leave the hearts which thou hast made
Fit temples of thy grace divine.
3 Nor let us quench thy saving light;
But still with softest breathings stir
Our wayward souls, and lead us right,
O Holy Spirit, Comforter!
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.
2 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.
3 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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