Where can we find some brief repose,
Or whither for protection fly?
O Lord, thy mighty Spirit send,
Our hearts to strengthen and defend.

4 Now let a brighter day begin,

Than ever yet was witness'd here;
Bid the dark-gathering clouds of sin
Before thy presence disappear:
Reign in each heart; in every place
Set up the empire of thy grace.

HYMN 66.

(C. M.)

"The fruit of the Spirit is love," &c.—Gal. v. 22.

1 O THOU, whose grace no limit knows,
Our barren hearts prepare ;
That the good seed thy mercy sows
May grow and flourish there.

2 Break up, O Lord, and cleanse the ground From every noxious weed;

Where briars and where thorns are found, No culture can succeed.

3 Blest is the heart, whose whole pursuit
Is to perform thy will;

There will thy holy word bear fruit,
And all its work fulfil.

4 But it's a plant of tender growth,
That will not long survive,

Where worldly pleasures, care, or sloth,
Allow it not to thrive.

5 Lord, send thy Spirit from above,
Thy cleansing grace bestow;
That fruits of holiness and love
In every heart may grow.

"I will send you another Comforter."-John xiv. 26, xv. 7.

1 O LORD, vouchsafe those hopes to crown Which thy kind promises inspire;

And bid the Comforter come down

To warm our souls with living fire.

2 Grant that his influence may subdue
The evils of our carnal mind;
Teach us to keep thy word in view,
And leave earth's fading joys behind.

3 Let this refreshing balm allay
The anguish of conviction's sting;
New vigour to our souls convey,
And solid peace and comfort bring.

4 By this divine Instructor led,

May we in grace and wisdom grow; The heavenly path more firmly tread, And sit more loose to things below.

5 Thus may our views become more clear,

Our hearts more fill'd with heaven and thee; Till in thy presence we appear,

From every stain of sin made free.

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For the graces of the Spirit.

LORD, bid thy light arise

On all thy people here;

And when we raise our longing eyes,
O may we find thee near.

Thy Holy Spirit send
To quicken every soul;

To make the most rebellious bend

To thy divine control.

Stir up the blind and dead

With thy awakening grace;

Teach wandering sinners how to tread

Thy paths, and seek thy face.

4

Let all that own thy name

Thy sacred image bear;

And light in every heart the flame

Of vigilance and prayer.

5 Since in thy love we see

Our only sure relief,

O raise our earthly minds to thee,

And help our unbelief.

For deliverance from the spirit of slumber.-Isa. xxix. 10.

Rom. xi. 8.

1 AWAKEN, Lord, our hearts to know The things belonging to our peace,

Lest we be plunged in bitter woe,

From which there shall be no release.

2 Though we have oft despis'd thy call, And liv'd as thy determin'd foes; Let not judicial slumber fall,

To bind us in a deep repose.

3 O send not forth the dread decree,
That, though we hear, we shall not heed;
That with our eyes we must not see,
Nor feel the truths of which we read.

4 We have deserv'd thy judgments, Lord;
Yet, for Christ's sake, thy Spirit send,
Divine instruction to afford,

And bring our wanderings to an end.

SECTION IV.

THE WORD OF GOD.

HYMN 70.

(C. M.)

God's word a light to our feet.

1 THE path that sinners love to tread
Is wrapt in deepest gloom,
And clouds of terror overspread
Their passage to the tomb.

2 But, Lord, thy sacred Word provides
A gleam of living day;
Our wandering steps it safely guides
Along the narrow way.

3 It teaches us what ills to shun,
What glories to pursue;

And how the Christian race to run
With heaven itself in view.

4 Why should we wander, when the road
To life is made so plain?
Why fail to reach that high abode,
Where purest pleasures reign?

5 Lord, as we read, thy grace bestow,
And our dull sense refine;

That every burning word may glow
With energy divine.