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O CHRIST, who hast prepared a place
For us around Thy throne of grace, We pray Thee, lift our hearts above, And draw them with the cords of love!
Source of all good, Thou, gracious Lord,
O future Judge, Eternal Lord,
With open face and joyful heart,
Thy never-failing grace to prove,
REJOICE, the Lord is King,
Your Lord and King adore;
And triumph evermore:
The God of truth and love; When He had purged our stains,
He took His seat above: Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice; Rejoice, again I say, rejoice.
ہے وہ ہے
His kingdom cannot fail;
He rules o'er earth and heaven;
To Christ, the Lord, are given :
He sits at God's right hand,
Till all His foes submit,
And fall beneath His feet:
• Handel set to music, as songs, with organ accompaniment, this and two other of Wesley's hymns. The three, in their original form, were published by Samuel Wesley, the organist, in 1826, from the Fitzwilliam MSS. Mr. Havergal has slightly altered the melody of the above tune.
God ofold came down from heaven, So, when the Spirit of our God
Came down His flock to find,
A rushing, mighty wind.
The sinful world around;
Only in stubborn hearts and wills Hover'd His holy Dove.
No place for it is found. The fires, that rush'd on Sinai down
Come Lord, come Wisdom, Love, and In sudden torrents dread,
Open our ears to hear; [Power, Now gently light, a glorious crown,
Let us not miss the accepted hour; On every sainted head.
Save, Lord, by love or fear.
The voice exceeding loud,
82, OUR UR bless'd Redeemer, ere He breathed
virtue we possess, His tender last farewell,
And every victory won,
Are His alone.
He came sweet influence to impart,
A gracious, willing guest,
Wherein to rest.
Spirit of purity and grace,
Our weakness, pitying, see;
And meet for Thee.
And His that gentle voice we hear,
Soft as the breath of even, (fear, That checks each fault, that calms each
And speaks of heaven.
ANGELUS (or WHITSUN HYMN). L. M.
JOHANNES SCHEFFLER, Med. Doc., Breslau. 1657.
84. SPIRIT of God, that moved of old
Upon the waters' darken'd face, Come, when our faithless hearts are cold,
And stir them with an inward grace. Thou that art Power and Peace combined,
All highest Strength, all purest Love, The rushing of the mighty wind,
The brooding of the gentle dove; Come, give us still Thy powerful aid,
And urge us on, and keep us Thine ; Nor leave the hearts, that once were made
Fit temples for Thy grace divine: Nor let us quench Thy sevenfold light;
But still with softest breathings stir Our wayward souls—and lead us right,
O Holy Ghost, the Comforter !
83. COME, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With light and comfort from above; Be Thou our guardian, Thou our guide, O'er every thought and step preside.
The light of truth to us display,
Lead us to holiness,—the road,
Lead us to God, our only rest,
SE A. men.