3 Let the fhrill Trumpet's warlike Voice make Rocksand Hills his Praife rebound; Praise him with. Harp's melodious Noife, and gentle Pfalt'ry's filver Sound. 4 Let Virgin-Troops foft Timbrels bring, and fome with graceful Motion dance; Let Inftruments of various Strings, with Organs join'd, his Praise advance. the Breath he does to them afford, VENI CREATO R. ICOME, Holy Ghost, eternal God, Both from the Father and the Son, 2 Vifit our Minds, and into us Thou art the very Comforter 3 in all Grief and Diftrefs: The The heav'nly Gift of God most high, The Fire fo bright, the Love fo fweet, 5 Thou in thy Gifts art manifold, VENI CREATOR. P. 2. Inflame our Hearts with fervent Love 2 Our Weakness ftrengthen and confirm, That neither Devil, World, nor Flesh, 3 Our Enemies put far from us, and help us to obtain Peace in our Hearts with God and Man, the beft and trueft Gain. 4 And grant, O Lord, that thou being We may escape che Snares of Sin, 5 Such Measures of thy pow'rful Grace. That thou may'ft be our Comforter A Prayer to the Holy Ghoft, to be fung before the Sermon. ICOME, Holy Spirit, God of Might, the Comforter of all: Teach us to know thy Word aright, that we may never fall. 2 O Holy Ghoft, visit our Land, defend us with thy Shield: Against all Sin and Wickedness, Lord, help us win the Field. 3 O Lord, preferve our King, and bless his Counsel, that they may Be ftedfaft in the Gospel of our Saviour Christ alway. 4 O Lord, that giv'ft thy holy Word, That in the fame we may accord, A Prayer to the Holy Ghoft, to be fung before the Sermon. P. 2. Holy Spirit, guide aright the Preachers of thy Word, That thou by them may'ft cut down Sin, as it where with a Sword. 2 Depart 2 Depart not from thy Paftors pure, 3 Convert all those that are our Foes, agree, and praise thee Day and Night. 4 True Faith in us, O Lord, increase, That Man and Wife may live in Peace, 5. In our Time give thy Peace, O Lord, And teach them all thy Word, that they The Lamentation of a Sinner. Lord, turn not thy Face away From him that lies proftrate, Lamenting fore his finful Life, Before thy Mercy-Gate; 2 Which thou doft open wide to those, O fhut it not against me, Lord, 3 Call me not to a ftrict Account For then I know right well, O Lord, 4 I need not to confefs my Lite, What What I have been, and what I am, 5 O Lord, thou know'st what Things be paft, Also the Things that be: Thou know'it alfo what is to come, 6 Before the Heav'ns and Earth where made And can the Things that I have done No, no, thou know'ft them all, O Lord, 8 Wherefore with Fears I come to thee To beg and to entreat: Ev'n as a Child that hath done Ill, And feareth to be beat. So come I to the Throne of Grace, For thou doft know, before I afk, For Mercy, Lord, is all my Suit |