2 Come, Thou Father of the poor, Come, with treasures which endure, Come, Thou Light of all that live.

3 Thou, of all consolers best, Visiting the troubled breast, Dost refreshing peace bestow. 4 Thou in toil art comfort sweet, Pleasant coolness in the heat, Solace in the midst of woe.

5 Light immortal, Light divine, Visit Thou these hearts of Thine, And our inmost being fill.

6 If Thou take Thy grace away, Nothing pure in man will stay;

All his good is turned to ill.

7 Heal our wounds, our strength renew On our dryness pour Thy dew; Wash the stains of guilt away.

8 Bend the stubborn heart and will,
Melt the frozen, warm the chill;
Guide the steps that go astray.

Thou, on those who evermore
Thee confess and Thee adore,

In Thy sevenfold gifts descend.

10 Give them comfort when they die, Give them life with Thee on high; Give them joys which never end.

383

Robert 11. King of France. (972-1031.)
Tr. by Rev. Edward Caswall. (1814-) 1849.
"The Promise of the Father."
Acts i. 4,

HOLY Ghost that, promised, came
With the Pentecostal flame,
Comforter, we hail Thy name.
2 For Thy mighty help we call;
On our waiting spirits fall;

Fill us, cheer us, rule us all.

3 'Neath Thy breath our graces bloom; Flee our wintry shades and gloom; Come! our hearts prepare Thee room. 4 If but Thou within us move, We shall mount on wings of love, Joyous as the hosts above.

5 O what raptures may we feel, If but Thou our eyes unseal,

And the things of Christ reveal. 6 Blessed Helper, by Thee led, On, our willing feet shall tread,

Till we see our glorious Head.

7 Then, immortal years begun,
While the eternal circuits run,
Praise, all Heaven, the Three in One!
Rev. Ray Palmer, (1808-) 1873

ELBERFELD. L. M. 61.

Valentine Schumannsches Gesangbuch 1539. Har. by Ludwig Christian Erk. (1807-) 1863.

mand,

3 Plenteous of grace, descend from high,
Rich in Thy sevenfold energy,
Thou Strength of His almighty hand,
Whose power doth heaven and earth com-
Proceeding Spirit, our Defence,
Who dost the gift of tongues dispense.
4 Refine and purge our earthly parts;
But, O inflame and fire our hearts;
Make us eternal truths receive,
And practise all that we believe:
Give us Thyself, that we may see
The Father and the Son, by Thee.
5 Immortal honors, endless fame,

Attend the almighty Father's name!
The Saviour Son be glorified,
Who for lost man's redemption died!
And equal adoration be,
Eternal Paraclete, to Thee!

Unknown Author of the 7th or 8th century.
Tr. by John Dryden. (1631-1700) 1699. ab.

385 Groaning for the Spirit of Adoption.

I WHEN shall I hear the inward voice,
Which only faithful souls can hear?
Pardon, and peace, and heavenly joys
Attend the promised Comforter:
He comes! and righteousness divine,
And Christ, and all with Christ, is mine.
2 O that the Comforter would come,
Nor visit as a transient guest;
But fix in me His constant home,

And keep possession of my breast,
And make my soul His loved abode,
The temple of indwelling God.

3 Come, Holy Ghost, my heart inspire;
Attest that I am born again;
Come, and baptize me now with fire,

Or all Thy former gifts are vain.
I cannot rest in sins forgiven;
Where is the earnest of :ny heaven?
4 Where the indubitable seal,

That ascertains the kingdom mine?
The powerful stamp I long to feel,
The signature of love divine:
O shed it in my heart abroad,
Fulness of love, of heaven, of God!

Rev. Charles Wesley (1708-1788.) 1740. ab

NEWCOURT. L. P. M.

Hugh Bond. (1762-1792.) 1790.

2 From the discoveries of Thy law
The perfect rules of life I draw:

These are my study and delight;
Not honey so invites the taste,
Nor gold that hath the furnace past

Appears so pleasing to the sight.

3 Thy threatenings wake my slumbering eyes, And warn me where my danger lies;

But 't is Thy blessed gospel, Lord, That makes my guilty conscience clean, Converts my soul, subdues my sin,

And gives a free, but large reward.

4 Who knows the errors of his thoughts?
My God, forgive my secret faults,
And from presumptuous sins restrain;
Accept my poor attempts of praise,
That I have read Thy book of grace,
And book of nature, not in vain.

[2 It tells us, though oppressed with cares,
The God of mercy hears our prayers;
Though steep and rough the appointed way,
His mighty arm shall be our stay;
Though deadly foes assail our peace,
His power shall bid their malice cease.

3 It tells who first inspired our breath,
Whose blood redeemed our souls from death;
It tells of grace, grace freely given,
And shows the path to God and heaven:
O bless we, then, our gracious Lord
For all the treasures of His word.

390

John Burton. (1773-1822.) 1805. alt.

“Immer muss ich wieder lesen.”

I EVER Would I fain be reading,
In the ancient holy Book,
Of my Saviour's gentle pleading,
Truth in every word and look.

2 How when children came He blessed them, Suffered no man to reprove;

Took them in His arms and pressed them To His heart with words of love.

3 How He healed the sick and dying, Heard the contrite sinner's moan, Sought the poor, and stilled their crying, Called them brothers and His own.

Still I read the ancient story,

And my joy is ever new;
How for us He left His glory,
How He still is kind and true.

15 Let me kneel, my Lord, before Thee,
Let my heart in tears o'erflow,
Melted by Thy love adore Thee,
Blest in Thee mid joy or woe.

Miss Luise Hensel (1798-) 1829. Tr. by Miss Catherine Winkworth. (1829-) 1858. ab. and alt. 391

"Walte, walte nah und fern."

I SPREAD, O spread, thou mighty word,
Spread the kingdom of the Lord,
Wheresoe'er His breath has given
Life to beings meant for heaven.

2 Tell them how the Father's will
Made the world, and keeps it still;
How He sent His Son to save
All who help and comfort crave.
3 Tell of our Redeemer's love,
Who for ever doth remove,
By His holy sacrifice,

All the guilt that on us lies.
4 Tell them of the Spirit given
Now, to guide us up to heaven,
Strong and holy, just and true,
Working both to will and do.

5 Word of life, most pure and strong,
Lo, for Thee the nations long:
Spread, till from its dreary night
All the world awakes to light.

6 Lord of harvest, let there be

Joy and strength to work for Thee:
Let the nations, far and near,

See Thy light, and learn Thy fear.
Rev. Jonathan Frederic Bahnmaier. (1774-1841.) 1823
Tr. by Miss Catherine Winkworth. 1858. ab