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Thirsting for Divine Influence.
HYMN 120. C.M.*** !.
The Quickening Spirit, ,
With all thy quick'ning powers :
In these cold hearts of ours.,
In vain we strive to rise :
And our devotion dies.
At this poor dying rate ?
And thine to us so great ?
With all thy quick’ning powers ;
And that shall kindle ours.
IIYMN 121. 6-8's.
Thirsting for Divine Influence. COME, Holy Ghost, all-quick’ning fire,
Come, and in me delight to rest :
O come, and consecrate my breast :
If now in thee begin to live,
Give me thyself, for ever give :
Eager I ask, I pant for more.
So strong the principle divine Carries me out with sweet constraint,
Till all my hallow'd soul is thine; " Plunged in the Godhead's deepest sca, And lost in thy immensity.
r. The Fallen State of Man. 4 My peace, my life, my comfort thou,
My treasure and my all thou art :
Engraving pardon on my heart;
Earnest of love, and pledge of heaven. 5 Come, then, my God, mark out thy heir;
Of heaven a larger earnest give;
More sensibly within me live :
HYMN 122. C.M.
The Fallen State of Man.
Adam, our father, stood;
And ate the unlawful food.
To sinful joys inclined;
And flesh enslaves the mind. 3 While flesh, and sense, and passion, reign,
Sin is the sweetest good: We fancy music in our chain,
And so forget the load.
Our broken powers restore ;
And flesh shall reign no more.
Sin universal. 6 Eternal Spirit ! write thy law
Upon our inward parts: And let the second Adam Iraw His image on our hearts,
HYMN 123. C.M.
Man enslaved by Sin.:
Fond of created good;
And trembling taste our food.
To thee the creatures lead;
And poison while they feed.
They now engross him whole; With pleasing force on earth detain,
And sensualize his soul.
Til Christ the curse repeal ;
Jafected nature heal.
Thy healing influence give; Hallow our food, reverse our doom,
Aid bid us eat and live. 6 Turn the full stream of nature's tide :
Let all our actions tend To thee their source; thy love the guide;
Thy glory be the end. 7 Carth then a scale to heaven shall be ;
Sense shall point out the road; The creatures all shall lead to thee, And all we taste be God. C. WESLEY. HYMN 124. C.M.
The dire contagion spread;
Sprang fropi our fallen head.
God eternal, Man mortal. 2 Corruption flows through all their veins :
Our moral beauty's gone;
o sin! what hast thou done?
And draw our souls to thee;
Where ruin'd souls can flee.
HYMN 125. C.M.
God eternal, Man mortal.
Our hope for years to come;
And our eternal home. 2 Under the shadow of thy throne,
Still may we dwell secure: Sufficient is thy arm alone,
And our defence is sure,
Or earth received its frame,
To endless years the same.
Are like an evening gone; Short as the watch that ends the night,
Before the rising sun. 5 The busy tribes of flesh and blood,
With all their cares and fears, Are carried downward by the flood,
And lost in following years.
The Frailty of Human Life. 6 Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away;
Dies at the opening day.
Our hope for years to come,
The Frailty of Human Life..'
And humbly own to thee,
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As days and months increase : And every beating pulse we tell
Leaves but the number less. 3 The year rolls round and steals away
The breath that first it gave; Whate'er we do, where'er we be,
We're trav’lling to the grave. 4 Dangers stand thick thro' all the ground,
To push us to the tomb:
To hurry mortals home.
Hang everlasting things! The eternal state of all the dead
Upon life's feeble strings. 6 Infinite joy or endless woe,
Attends on every breath ;
Upon the brink of death!
To walk this dangerous road; And if our souls be hurried hence, Day they be found with God. WATTS.