1 GREAT God, whose all-pervading eye
Sees every passion of my soul,
When sunk too low, or raised too high,
Teach me those passions to control.
2 Temper the fervors of my frame:
Be charity their constant spring;
And, O, let no unhallowed flame
Pollute the sacrifice I bring.
3 Let peace with piety unite

To mend the bias of my will,
While hope and holy faith excite,
And wisdom regulates, my zeal:

4 That wisdom, which to meekness turns,
Wisdom, descending from above;
And let my zeal, whene'er it burns,
Be kindled by the fire of love.

10 THAT the Lord would guide our ways, To keep his statutes still—

O that our God would grant us grace
To know and do his will.

2 O send thy Spirit down to write
Thy law upon each heart;

Nor let our tongues indulge deceit,
Nor act the liar's part.

3 Make us to walk in thy commands,
'Tis a delightful road;

Nor let our mind, our hearts, our hands,
Offend against our God.

1 O LORD of glory! come,
And bless thy people here;
Our waiting minds illume;
Our longing spirits cheer.
By thee in truth divinely blest,
In thee alone we seek a rest.

2 Thy gospel word display,
In all its holy light,

That here, in wisdom's way,
Thy people may unite.

We wait thy blessing from above;
O grant us thy refreshing love!

3 And when we hence depart,
Thy spirit still bestow,
That so in every heart

Thy blessing we may know.

In thee alone we find a rest,

By thee alone divinely blest.

1 THY gracious aid, great God, impart
To give thy word success;
Write all its precepts on the heart,
And deep its truths impress.

2 O speed our progress in the way
That leads to joys on high,

Where knowledge grows without decay,
And love shall never die.

1 Lo, God is here! Let us adore,
And humbly bow before his face;
Let all within us feel his power;
Let all within us seek his grace.

2 Lo, God is here! Him, day and night, United choirs of angels sing:

To Him, enthroned above all height, Heaven's host their noblest praises bring. 3 Being of beings! may thy praise Thy courts with grateful fragrance fill: Still may we stand before thy faceStill hear and do thy sovereign will. 4 More of thy presence, Lord, impart; More of thine image may we bear; Erect thy throne within each heart, And reign without a rival there.

56. C. M.

1 GREAT Shepherd of thy people, hear!
Thy presence now display:

We bow within thy house of prayer,
Oh! give us hearts to pray.

2 The clouds which veil thee from our sight In pity, Lord, remove;

Dispose our minds to hear aright

The message of thy love.

3 Help us, constrained by love's sweet pow'r, To bow before thy face;

O make us, in this sacred hour,

To taste thy sovereign grace.

57. 8s & 7s.

1 IN thy name, O Lord, assembling,
We, thy children, now draw near;
Teach us to rejoice with trembling;
Speak, and let thy servants hear-
Hear with meekness-

Hear thy word with godly fear.
2 While our days on earth are lengthened,
Let us give them, Lord, to thee:
Cheered by hope, and daily strengthened,
We would run, nor weary be,
Till thy glory

Without clouds in heaven we see.
3 There in worship, purer, sweeter,
All thy children shall adore;
Tasting of enjoyment greater
Than they could conceive before;
Full enjoyment-

Holy bliss for evermore.

1 COME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all thy quick'ning powers: Kindle a flame of sacred love

In these cold hearts of ours.

2 Look how we grovel here below,
Fond of these earthly toys;
Our souls how heavily they go
To reach eternal joys!

3 In vain we tune our formal songs,
In vain we strive to rise;

Hosannas languish on our tongues,
And our devotion dies.

4 Father, and shall we ever live
At this poor, dying rate?
Our love so faint, so cold to thee,'
And thine to us so great?

5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all thy quick'ning powers;
Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love,
And that shall kindle ours.

59. L. M.

1 ETERNAL Spirit, Source of light,
Enlivening, consecrating Fire,
Descend, and, with thy presence bright,
Our dull, our frozen hearts inspire;
Our souls refine, our dross consume;
Come, condescending Spirit, come.
2 In our cold breasts, O strike a spark
Of that pure flame which seraphs feel;
Nor let us wander in the dark,

Or lie benumbed and stupid still.
Come, vivifying Spirit, come,

And make our hearts thy constant home. 3 Let pure devotion's fervors rise;

Let every 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.