O let the raptures of the skies And make our fouls thy conftant home! XXXIII. To the Holy Ghoft. S. M. C 1. OME, Holy Spirit, come ; Let thy bright beams arise; Difpel the forrow from our minds, The darkness from our eyes. II. Cheer our defponding hearts Give us to lie, with humble hope, III. Revive our drooping faith, Our doubts and fears remove; And kindle in our breafts the flame Of never-dying love. IV. Convince us of our fin, Then lead to Jefu's blood; And to our wond'ring view reveal V. Shew us the finners' Friend, VI. 'Tis thine to cleanse the heart, To pour fresh life on ev'ry part, XXXIV. The fame. P. M. I. OLY GHOST, infpire our praises, Laud we now thy name, O Jefus, Heav'n fhall echo with our fongs. II. Ev'ry ftate, howe'er diftreffing, Ev'ry providence a friend. III. Bleffed Lord, be Thou our teacher, IV. Vain is learning, parts, or merit, XXXV. The fame. C. M. I. OME, Holy Ghoft, our hearts inspire, COM Source of the old prophetic fire, II. Come, Holy Ghoft, for mov'd by Thee Unfeal the facred book: III. Water with heav'nly dew thy word, Attend it with thy prefence, Lord, IV. Open the hearts of them that hear, XXXVI. For a Bleffing on the Gospel. P. M. I. OURCE of light and pow'r divine, Lord, behold thy fervant ftands; Satisfy his foul's defire; Touch his lip with holy fire. II. Softly fall the healing found, Like the dew-drop on the ground; III. In thy pure and holy way, Heights, and greater heights difplay; We may think it but begun; IV. Ope thy treasures! fo fhall fall XXXVII. For a Bleffing on Public Worfhip. 75. I. LORD, we come before Thee now, At thy feet we humbly bow; Oh! do not our fuit difdain; II. Lord, on Thee our fouls depend, |