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“Holy Ghost the Infinite."
We are faint, Thy strength afford;
Guide, subdue our wayward will,
And with voiceless groaning plead
Comforter Divine !
Earnest of our bliss on high,
Bear us up the starry road,
George Rawson (1809–) 1853. Alle
Holy, heavenly Love.
Love is meek, and thinks no wrong,
Give us heavenly Love.
3 Prophecy will fade away,
Melting in the light of day;
Give us heavenly Love.
Hope be emptied in delight;
Give us heavenly Love.
Joining hand in hand agree;
And the best, is Love. 3p. Christopher Wordsworth. (1807–) 1862. ab. and alt. 378
A Prayer to the Holy Ghost.
Come to me; but ne'er depart:
In my thankful heart.
Brood not o'er me like a dove ;
Fill me with Thy love.
Sin has scourged me; bring me rest. Help my fainting soul to flee
To my Saviour's breast.
Show me sin, but sin forgiven:
Rev. Hervey Doddridge Ganse. (1822--.) 1873.
The tem - ple of my soul pre - pare, And fix Thysa - cred presence there.
With the abundance of Thy grace ; 2 My peace, my life, my comfort now, Keep far our foes, give peace at home;
My treasure, and my all Thou art; Where Thou art guide, no True Witness of my sonship Thou,
3 Teach us to know the Father, Son, Engraving pardon on my heart:
And Thee, of both, to be but one; Seal of my sins in Christ forgiven,
That through the ages all along, Earnest of love, and pledge of heaven.
This still may be our endless song: 3 Come, then, my God, mark out Thine heir, All praise, with all the heavenly host, Of heaven a larger earnest give,
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost ! With clearer light Thy witness bear;
Unknown Author of the 7th or 8th century. More sensibly within me live:
Tr. by Bp. John Cosin (1994—1672.) 1627, all Let all my powers Thy entrance feel,
381 “Come, condescending Spirit, come." And deeper stamp Thyself the Seal. Rev. Charles Wesley. (1708—1788.) 1739. ab.
1 ETERNAL Spirit, Source of light,
Enlivening, consecrating Fire, 380 “Veni Creator Spiritus."
Descend, and with celestial heat i COME, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire,
Our dull, our frozen hearts inspire; And lighten with celestial fire;
Our souls refine, our dross consume: Thou the anointing Spirit art,
Come, condescending Spirit, come. Who dost Thy seven-fold gifts impart:
2 In our cold breast, O strike a spark Thy blessed unction from above
Of the pure flame which seraphs feel; Is comfort, life, and fire of love,
Nor let us wander in the dark, 2 Enable with perpetual light
Or lie benumbed and stupid still: The dulness of our blinded sight;
Come, vivifying Spirit, come, Anoint and cheer our soiléd face
And make our hearts Thy constant home.
3 Whatever guilt and madness dare, 4 Let pure devotion's fervors rise ;
We would not quench the heavenly fire; Let every pious passion glow; Our hearts as fuel we prepare,
O let the raptures of the skies Though in the flame we should expire; Kindle in our cold hearts below: Our breasts expand to make Thee room: Come, condescending Spirit, come, Come, purifying Spirit, come.
And make our souls Thy constant home.
Rev. Samuel Davies. (1724-1761.) 1769. PRIERE. 7. 31.
Arr. by Willim Henry Monk. 1861
Acts i. 4,
“Veni Sancte Spiritus." 2 Come, Thou Father of the poor, Come, with treasures which endure,
Come, Thou Light of all that live. 3 Thou, of all consolers best, Visiting the troubled breast,
Dost refreshing peace bestow, 4 Thou in toil art comfort sweet, Pleasant coolness in the heat,
Solace in the midst of woe. 5 Light immortal, Light divine, Visit Thou these hearts of Thine,
And our inmost being fill. 6 If Thou take Thy grace away, Nothing pure in man will stay;
All his good is turned to ill. 7 Heal our wounds, our strength renew On our dryness pour Thy dew;
Wash the stains of guilt away. 8 Bend the stubborn heart and will, Melt the frozen, warm the chill;
Guide the steps that go astray. 9 Thou, on those who evermore Thee confess and Thee adore,
In Thy sevenfold gifts descend
(10 Give them comfort when they die,
Give them life with Thee on high ;
Robert 11. King of France. (972—1031.)
Tr. by Rev. Edward Caswall. (1814–) 1840 383
“The Promise of the Father." 1 Holy Ghost that, promised, came With the Pentecostal Alame,
Comforter, we hail Thy name. 2 For Thy mighty help we call; On our waiting spirits fall;
Fill us, cheer us, rule us all. 3 'Neath Thy breath our graces bloom; Flee our wintry shades and gloom;
Come! our hearts prepare Thee room. 14. If but Thou within us move, We shall mount on wings of love,
Joyous as the hosts above. 15 O what raptures may we feel, If but Thou our eyes unseal,
And the things of Christ reveal. 6 Blessed Helper, by Thee led, On, our willing feet shall tread,
Till we see our glorious Head. 17 Then, immortal years begun, While the eternal circuits run, Praise, all Heaven, the Three in One!
Rev. Ray Palmer, (1808–) 1873
1. CRE. A - TOR Spir-it, by whose aid The world's foundations first were laid, Come,
vis - it ev - ery pious mind, Come, pour Thy joys on human kind; From sin and sorrow
385 Groaning for the Spirit of Adoption. 2 0 Source of uncreated light,
1 WHEN shall I hear the inward voice, The Father's promised Paraclete;
Which only faithful souls can hear? Thrice holy Fount, thrice holy Fire, Pardon, and peace, and heavenly joys Our hearts with heavenly love inspire ; Attend the promised Comforter: Come, and Thy sacred unction bring, He comes ! and righteousness divine, To sanctify us while we sing.
And Christ, and all with Christ, is mine. 3 Plenteous of grace, descend from high, 2 O that the Comforter would come, Rich in Thy sevenfold energy,
Nor visit as a transient guest; Thou Strength of His almighty hand, But fix in me His constant home, Whose power doth heaven and earth com
And keep possession of my breast, Proceeding Spirit, our Defence, (mand, And make my soul His loved abode,
Who dost the gift of tongues dispense. The temple of indwelling God. 4 Refine and purge our earthly parts;
3 Come, Holy Ghost, my heart inspire; But, О inflame and fire our hearts;
Attest that I am born again; Make us eternal truths receive,
Come, and baptize me now with fire, And practise all that we believe:
Or all Thy former gifts are vain. Give us Thyself, that we may see
I cannot rest in sins forgiven; The Father and the Son, by Thee.
Where is the earnest of :ny heaven? 5 Immortal honors, endless fame,
4 Where the indubitable seal, Attend the almighty Father's name !
That ascertains the kingdom mine? The Saviour Son be glorified,
The powerful stamp 1 long to feel, Who for lost man's redemption died !
The signature of love divine: And equal adoration be,
O shed it in my heart abroad,
Fulness of love, of heaven, of God!
Rev. Charles Wesley. (1708– 1788.) 1740. ab
NEWCOURT. L. P. M.
Hugh Bond. (1762 — 1792.) 1790.
12 It tells us, though oppressed with cares,
The God of mercy hears our prayers; 2 From the discoveries of Thy law
Though steep and rough the appointed way, The perfect rules of life I draw:
His mighty arm shall be our stay; These are my study and delight; Though deadly foes assail our peace, Not honey so invites the taste,
His power shall bid their malice cease. Nor gold that hath the furnace past
Appears so pleasing to the sight. 3 It tells who first inspired our breath, 3 Thy threateningswake myslumberingeyes, Whose blood redeemed our souls from death; And warn me where my danger lies;
It tells of grace, grace freely given, But 't is Thy blessed gospel, Lord,
And shows the path to God and heaven: That makes my guilty conscience clean,
O bless we, then, our gracious Lord Converts my soul, subdues my sin,
For all the treasures of His word. And gives a free, but large reward.
Miss Harriet Auber. (1773–1862.) 1829. 4 Who knows the errors of his thoughts? 388
To understand God's Word.
And from presumptuous sins restrain; 1 Spirit of Truth, essential God,
Who didst Thine ancient saints inspire, That I have read Thy book of grace,
Shed in their hearts Thy love abroad, And book of nature, not in vain.
And touch their hallowed lips with fire, Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674-1748.) 1719.
Our God from all eternity,
World without end we worship Thee. 387
God praised for His Word.
2 Still we believe, Almighty Lord, I Join, all ye servants of the Lord,
Whose presence fills both earth and heaven To praise Him for His sacred word,
The meaning of the written word
Thou only dost Thyself explain
The secret mind of God to man. And fill our hearts with joy and love.
Rev. Charles Wesley. 1767. ab.