(190.) C. M. 176.

.lid of the Spirit. 1 FOR ever blessed be the Lord,

My Saviour and my shield! He sends his Spirit with his word,

To arm me for the field. 2 When all my foes their force unite,

He makes my soul his care; Instructs me in the heav'nly fight,

And guards me through the war. 3 A friend and helper so divine

My fainting hope shall raise:
He makes the glorious vict'ry mine,
And his shall be the praise.

(195.) L. M.
177. The Holy Spirit a Comforter.
| SURE the blest Coraforter is nigh,

'Tis he sustains my fainting heart; Else would my hope for ever die,

And ev'ry cheering ray depart. 2 When some kind promise glads my soul,

Do I not find his healing voice The tempest of my fears control,

And bíd my drooping pow’rs rejoice? g What less than thine almighty word

Can raise my heart from earth and dust, And bid me cleave to thee, my Lord,

My life, my treasure, and my trust! * And when my cheerful hope can say,

“I love my God, and taste his grace;”
Lord, is it not thy blissful ray,

Which brings this dawn of sacred peaoe! 5 Let thy kind Spirit in my heart

For ever dwell, O God of love;
And light and heav'nly peace impart,
Sweet carnest of the joys above.

178.

(196.) L. M. 1 A MIDST a world of hopes and fears,

A world of cares, and toils, and tears, Where foes alarm, and dangers threat,

And pleasures kill, and glories cheat: 2 Send down, O Lord! a heav'nly ray,

To guide me in the doubtful way;
And o'er me hold thy shield of pow'r

To guard me in the dang’rous hour.
3 Teach me the flatt'ring paths to shun,

In which the thoughtless many run,
Who for a shade the substance miss,

And grasp their ruin in their bliss.
4 May never pleasure, wealth, or pride,

Allure my wand'ring soul aside;
But through this maze of mortal ill,

Safe lead me to thy heav'nly hill.
5 There glories shine, and pleasures roll,

That charm, delight, transport the soul;
And every panting wish shall be
Possess'd of boundless bliss in thee.

(198.) C. M. 179.

Breathing after holiness. 0

THAT the Lord would guide my way

To keep his statutes still!
O that my God would grant me grace,

To know and do his will!
2 Order my footsteps by thy word,

And make my heart sincere;
Let sin have no dominion, Lord,

But keep my conscience clear. 3 Assist my soul, too apt to stray,

A stricter watch to keep;
And, should I e'er forget thy way,
Restore thy wand'ring sheep.

180.

Make me to walk in thy commands;

'Tis a delightful road: Nor let my head, or heart, or hands, Offend against my God."

P. M.

To the blessed Spirit. 'HOLY Ghost, dispel or sadness,

Pierce the clouds of sinful night:
Come, thou source of sweetest gladness,

Breathe thy life and spread thy light;
Loving SPIRIT, God of peace,
Great distributer of grace,

Rest upon this congregation!

Hear, Oh! hear our supplication. 2 From that height which knows no measures

As a gracious shower descend: Bringing down the richest treasure

Man can wish, or God can send. O thou GLORY, shining down From the FATHER and the Son,

Grant us thy illumination!

Rest on all this congregation. 3 Come, thou best of an donations

God can give, or we implore;
Having thy sweet consolations,

We need wish for nothing more;
HOLY SPIRIT, heavenly Dove,
Now descending from above,

Rest on all this congregation,
Make our hearts thy habitation.

P. M. 181.

Address to the Spirit. 1 ETERNAL Spirit, sonrce of light,

Enliv’ning, consecrating fire,
Descend, and, with celestial heat,

Our dull, our frozen hearts inspire;
Our souls refine, our dross consume;
Come, condescending Spirit, come!

48. To Word

2 In our cold breasts O strike a spark

Of that pure flame which seraphs feet; Nor let us wander in the dark,

Or lie benumb’d and stupid still. Come, vivifying Spirit, come!

And make our hearts thy constant home. 9 Let pure devotion's fervours rise!

Let ev'ry pious passion glow!
O let the raptures of the skies

Kindle in our cold hearts below.
Come, purifying Spirit, come,
And make our souls thy constant home!

THE GOSPEL CALI..
1. INVITING. GENERAL INVITATIONS

S. M. 182. Behold, now is the accepted Time.

2 Cor. vi. 2.
1
NOW is th' accepted time,

Now is the day of grace;
Now, sinners, come without delay,

And seek the Saviour's face.
Now is th' accepted time,

The Saviour calls to-day;
To-morrow it may be too late,

Then why should you delay? 8 Now is th' accepted time,

The gospel bids you come;
And ev'ry promise in
Declares

there yet
4 Lord, draw reluctant souls,

And feast them with thy love;
Then will the angels clap their wings,
And bear the news above.

5 At length around thy throne

They shall thy face behold;
While thro' eternity they'll strive
Their raptures to unfold.

P. M. 183. Come and welcome to Jesus Christ.

Isaiah lv. I. 1 COME, ye sinners, poor and wretched,

Weak and wounded, sick and sore! Jesus ready stands to save you,

Full of pity join'd with power: He is able,

He is willing: doubt no more.
e Come, ye thirsty! come and welcome;

God's free bounty glorify:
True belief, and true repentance,

Every grace that brings us nigh-
Without money,

Come to Jesus Christ, and buy. 3 Let not conscience make you linger,

Nor of fitness fondly dream;
All the fitness he requireth,

Is to feel your need of him;
This he gives you;
'Tis his Spirit's rising beam.
Come, ye weary, heavy laden

Lost and ruin'd by the fall!
If you tarry till you're better,

You will never come at all. Not the righteous,

Sinners Jesus came to call, 5 View him prostrate in the garden;

On the ground your Maker lies On the bloody tree behold him; Hear him cry,

before he dies, " It is finished!" Sinner, will not this suffice?