82 HOLY SPIRIT. 4 No more the bloody spear, The cross and nails no more; For hell itself shakes at his name, And all the heav'ns adore. (98 Watts. HOLY SPIRIT. 82. Breathing after the Spirit. C. M. 1 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, Kindle a flame of sacred love In these cold hearts of ours. 2 Look, how we grovel here below, 3 In vain we tune our formal songs, 4 Dear Lord! and shall we ever live Our love so faint, so cold to thee, 5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, Watts. 83. Prayer for the Spirit. S. M. 1 Come, Holy Spirit, come, Let thy bright beams arise; Dispel the sorrow from our minds, The darkness from our eyes. 2 Convince us of our sin; Then lead to Jesus' blood; 3 Revive our drooping faith; Our doubts and fears remove; 4 'Tis thine to cleanse the heart, To pour fresh life in every part, 5 Dwell, Spirit, in our hearts; Our minds from bondage free, Then shall we know, and praise, and loye Hart. 84. Prayer for the Spirit. L. M. 1 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. 2 Conduct us safe, conduct us far From every sin and hurtful snare: Lead to thy word, that rules must give, And teach us lessons how to live. 3 The light of truth to us display, And make us know and choose thy way; 4 Lead us to holiness, the road That we must take to dwell with God; Lead us to Christ, the living way, Nor let us from his pastures stray. 5 Lead us to God, our final rest, In his enjoyment to be bless'd; Lead us to heaven, the seat of bliss, Where pleasure in perfection is. 85. Prayer for the Spirit. T's. Brown. 2 Speak thy pardoning grace to me, 3 Life and peace to me impart, 4 Let me never from thee stray, Keep me, Lord, for ever thine. Stocker. 86. Prayer for the Spirit's Influences. L. M. 1 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, 4 E'en now my weary soul release, 87. The Little Cloud. T's. Little as a human hand? Small and feeble was his day; 4 Sons of God, your Saviour praise; He hath given the word of grace; Wesley. Wesley. 88. Vision of Dry Bones. L. M. 1 Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye; See Adam's race in ruin lie; Sin spreads its trophies o'er the ground, |