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me, for thy Spirit pleads, Hear, for Jesus intercedes. While thy ministers proclaim Peace and pardon in thy nante, Through their voice, by faith, may I Hear thee speaking through the sky. From thine house when I return, May my heart within me burn; And at evening let me say, “ I have walk'd with God tv-day.” 239 non
Martin's Lane. WE are a garden walld around, Chosen and made peculiar ground; A little spot inclos'd by grace Out of the world's wild wilderness. Like trees' of myrrh' and spice we stand, Planted by God the Father's hand; And all his spring's in Zion flow To make the young plantation grow. Awake, O heavenly wind, and come Blow on this garden of perfume : Spirit divine, descend and breathe A gracious gale on plailt's beneath." Make our best spices flow abroad To entertain our Saviour God; Let faith, and love, and joy ap pear And every gracë be active he e.
Kennington. FAR from my thoughts, vain world, be gone, Let my religious hours alone; Fain would my eyes my Saviour see; I wait a visit, Lord, from thee. O warm my heart with holy fire, And kindle there a pure desire : Come, my dear Jesus, from above, Anil feed my soul with heavenly love. Haste, then, but with a smiling face, And spread the table of thy grace; Bring down a taste of fruit divine, And cheer my heart with sacred wine. Bless'd Jesus, what delicious fare! How sweet thy entertainments are! Never did angels taste, above, Redeeming grace, and dying love. Hail, great Immanuel, all divine ! In thee thy Father's glories sbine ; Thou brightest, sweetest, fairest one, .. That eyes bave seen, or angels knowi). 241 wwwroor wonina Georgia. LORD, we come before thee now, At thy feet we humbly bow; O do not our suit disdain ; Shall we seek thee, Lord, in vain ? In thine own appointed way, Now we seek thee, here we stay;
Lord, from hence we would not go,
Oxford. ARISE, O King of grace, arise,
And enter to thy rest! Lo! thy church waits with longing eyes,
Thus to be own'd and bless'd.
Thy Spirit and thy word;
Could no such grace afford.
Here let thy praise be spread;
And fill thy poor with bread.
Let God's anointed shine;
With love and power divine.
How cold and feeble is my love!
How negligent my fear!
How few affections there !
To give thy word success ;
And make me learn thy grace. 246
wwsánawan Foundling. DESCEND from heaven, immortal Dove,
Stoop down and take us on thy wings, And mount and bear us far above
The reach of these inferior things. O for a sight, a pleasing sight,
Of our almighty Father's throne ! There sits our Saviour crown'd with light,
Cloth'd in a body like our own. Adoring saints around him stand,
And thrones and powers before him fall; The God shines gracious through the midd,
And sheds sweet glories on them all. O what attažidig joys they feel,
While to their golden þarps they sinig, And sit on every heavenly hill,
And spread the triumphs of their King. When shall the day, dear Lord, appear,
That I shall mount to dwell ahave,
And stand and bow amongst them there,
And view thy face, and sing, and love? 247 WWnNwSrna
Suffolk COME Holy Spirit, heavenly dove,
With all thy quickening powers; Kindle a flame of sacred love,
In these cold hearts of ours. Look how we grovel here below,
Fond of these earthly toys;
To reach eternal joys.
In vain we strive to rise ;
And our devotion dies.
In this poor dying state?
And tbine to us so great?
With all thy quickening powers,
And that shall kindle ours. 248
Doversdale. COME Holy Spirit, heavenly dove, With light and comfort from above, Be thou our guardian, thou our guide, O’er every thought and step preside.