And wait the promise of our Lord,
The Spirit of all grace.

3 Like mighty rushing wind
Upon the waves beneath,

Move with one impulse every mind,
One soul, one feeling breathe.

4 The young, the old, inspire
With wisdom from above;

And give us hearts and tongues of fire
To pray, and praise, and love.

5 Spirit of Truth, be Thou

In life and death our guide ;

O Spirit of adoption, now

May we be sanctified.

James Montgomery, 1819.

C. M.

184 SPIRIT of Truth! on this Thy day,

To Thee for help we cry,

To guide us through the dreary way
Of dark mortality.

2 We ask not, Lord, Thy cloven flame,
Or tongues of various tone;
But long Thy praises to proclaim,
With fervor in our own.

3 We mourn not that prophetic skill
Is found on earth no more;
Enough for us to trace Thy will
In Scripture's sacred lore.

4 No heavenly harpings soothe our ear,
No mystic dreams we share ;

5

Yet hope to feel Thy comfort near,
And bless Thee in our prayer.

When tongues shall cease, and
And knowledge empty prove,

power decay,

Do Thou Thy trembling servants stay,
With faith, with hope, with love.

Bishop Heber, 1827.

185

WHY

C. M.

HY should the children of a king
Go mourning all their days?

Great Comforter, descend, and bring
Some tokens of Thy grace.

2 Dost Thou not dwell in all the saints,
And seal the heirs of heaven?
When wilt thou banish my complaints,
And show my sins forgiven?

3 Assure my conscience of her part
In the Redeemer's blood;

And bear Thy witness with my heart,
That I am born of God.

4 Thou art the earnest of His love,
The pledge of joys to come;
And Thy soft wings, celestial Dove,
Will safe convey me home.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

L. M.

186 COME, sacred Spirit, from above,

And fill the coldest heart with love;
Soften to flesh the flinty stone,

And let Thy God-like power be known.

2 Speak Thou, and from the haughtiest eyes
Shall floods of pious sorrow rise,

While all their glowing souls are borne
To seek that grace which now they scorn.

3 O let a holy flock await

Numerous around Thy temple-gate ;
Each pressing on with zeal to be
A living sacrifice to Thee.

4 In answer to our fervent cries,
Give us to see Thy church arise;
Or, if that blessing seem too great,
Give us to mourn its low estate.

Philip Doddridge, 1755.

L. M.

187 STAY, thou insulted Spirit, stay!

Though I have done Thee such despite,
Cast not a sinner quite away,

Nor take Thine everlasting flight.

2 Though I have most unfaithful been
Of all who e'er Thy grace received;
Ten thousand times Thy goodness seen,
Ten thousand times Thy goodness grieved;

3 Yet, O, the chief of sinners spare,
In honor of my great High-Priest !
Nor, in Thy righteous anger, swear
I shall not see Thy people's rest.

4 O Lord, my weary soul release,
Upraise me by Thy gracious hand;

Guide me into Thy perfect peace,

And bring me to the promised land.

C. Wesley, 1749.

C. M.

188 GREAT Father of each perfect gift,

Behold Thy servants wait;

With longing eyes and lifted hands,
We flock around Thy gate.

2 O shed abroad that choicest gift,
Thy Spirit from above,

To cheer our eyes with sacred light,
And fire our hearts with love.

3 With speedy flight may He descend,
And solid comfort bring,

And o'er our languid souls extend
His all-reviving wing.

4 Blest Earnest of eternal joy,
Declare our sins forgiven:
And bear with energy divine

Our raptured thoughts to heaven.

5 Diffuse, O God, Thy copious showers,
That earth its fruit may yield,

And change the barren wilderness
To Carmel's flowery field.

Philip Doddridge, 1736.

Hymns of Worship.

PSALM LXXXIV. H. M.

189 How pleasant and how fair
LORD of the worlds above,

The dwellings of Thy love,
Thine earthly temples, are!
To Thine abode my heart aspires,
With warm desires to see my God.
2 The sparrow for her young

With pleasure seeks a nest,
And wandering swallows long
To find their wonted rest :
My spirit faints with equal zeal
To rise and dwell among Thy saints.

3 O happy souls that pray

Where God appoints to hear!
O happy men that pay

Their constant service there!
They praise Thee still, and happy they
That love the way to Zion's hill.

4 They go from strength to strength,
Through this dark vale of tears;
Till each arrives at length;

Till each in heaven appears ;
O glorious seat, when God our King
Shall thither bring our willing feet!

5 To spend one sacred day

Where God and saints abide,

Affords diviner joy

Than thousand days beside :