Be it according to thy will,
According to thy word of grace:
Thy sorrowful disciples cheer,
And send us down the COMFORTER.

HYMN XXX. (L. M.)

1 GREAT was the day, the joy was great, When the divine disciples met;

Whilst on their heads the Spirit came, And sat like tongues of cloven flame. 2 What gifts, what miracles he gave! And power to kill, and power to save! Furnish'd their tongues with wondrous words,

Instead of shields, and spears, and swords. 3 Thus arm'd, he sent the champions forth, From east to west, from south to north:

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Go, and assert your Saviour's cause "Go, spread the myst'ry of his cross.' 4 These weapons of the holy war, Of what almighty force they are To make our stubborn passions bow, And lay the proudest rebel low! 5 Nations, the learned and the rude, Are by these heav'nly arms subdued; While Satan rages at his loss,

And hates the doctrine of the cross.

6 Great King of grace! my heart subdue; I would be led in triumph too,

A willing captive to my Lord,
And sing the vict'ries of his word.

HYMN XXXI. (L. M.)

I SPIRIT of mercy, truth, and love!
Shed thy sweet influence from above,

And still from age to age convey The wonders of this sacred day. 2 In every clime, by every tongue, Be God's amazing glory sung; And let the list'ning earth be taught The acts our great Redeemer wrought. 3 Unfailing Comfort! heav'nly Guide! Still o'er thy ransom'd church preside: Still may mankind thy blessings prove, Spirit of mercy, truth, and love!

HYMN XXXII. (P. M. Carey's.)
1 CREATOR-SPIRIT! by whose aid
The world's foundations first were laid,
Come, visit every pious mind,
Come, pour thy joys on human-kind:
From sin and sorrow set us free;
And make thy temples worthy thee.
2 Plenteous of grace, descend from high,
Rich in thy sev'n-fold energy:

Thrice-Holy Fount! Thrice-Holy Fire!
Our hearts with heav'nly love inspire;
Come, and thy sacred unction bring,
To sanctify us while we sing.

3 Chase from our minds th' infernal foe;
And peace, the fruit of love, bestow:
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.
4 Immortal honour, endless fame,
Attend th' Almighty Father's name;
The Saviour-Son be glorified,
Who for lost man's redemption died;
And equal adoration be,
Eternal Spirit! paid to thee.

HYMN XXXIII. (C.M.)

1 COME, Holy Spirit, heav'nly 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 trifling 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 Dear Lord! 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, heav'nly Dove,
With all thy quick'ning powers;
Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love,
And that shall kindle ours.

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HYMN XXXIV. (s. M.)

COME, Holy Spirit, come,
Let thy bright beams arise;

Dispel the sorrows from our minds,
The darkness from our eyes.

Revive our drooping faith,
Our doubts and fears remove;
And kindle in our breasts the flame
Of never-dying love.

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'Tis thine to cleanse the heart,
To sanctify the soul,

To pour fresh life on every part,
And new-create the whole

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Dwell thou within our heart,

Our minds from bondage free; Then shall we know, and praise, and love, The Father, Son, and Thee.

HYMN XXXV. (L.M.)

1 COME, gracious Spirit, heav'nly Dove,
With light and comfort from above:
Be thou our guardian, thou our guide;
O'er every thought and step preside.
2 Conduct us safe, conduct us far
From every sin and hurtful snare ;
Lead to thy word, that rules must give,
And teach us lessons how to live.

3 The light of truth to us display,

And make us know and choose thy way; Plant holy fear in every heart,

That we from God may ne'er depart.

4 Lead us to holiness, the road

That we must take to dwell with God:
Lead us to Christ, the living way;
Nor let us from his pastures stray.

5 Lead us to God, our final rest,
In his enjoyment to be blest:
Lead us to heav'n, the seat of bliss,
Where pleasure in perfection is.

HYMN XXXVI. (L. M.)

1 ETERNAL Spirit! we confess
And sing the wonders of thy grace :
Thy power conveys our blessings down
From God the Father, and the Son.

2 Enlighten'd by thy heav'nly ray,
Our shades and darkness turn to day;

Thine inward teachings make us know
Our danger and our refuge too.

3 Thy power and glory work within,
And break the chains of reigning sin;
Do our imperious lusts subdue,

And form our wretched hearts anew. 4 The troubled conscience knows thy voice; Thy cheering words awake our joys: Thy power allays the stormy wind, And calms the surges of the mind.

HYMN XXXVII. (c. M.)

1 WHY should the children of a King
Go mourning all their days?
Great Comforter, descend and bring
Some tokens of thy grace.

2 Dost thou not dwell in all the saints,
And seal the heirs of heav'n?

When wilt thou banish my complaints,
And shew my sins forgiv'n?

3 Assure my conscience of her part
In the Redeemer's blood;

And bear thy witness with my heart,
That I am born of God.

4 Thou art the earnest of his love,
The pledge of joys to come;
And thy soft wings, celestial Dove,
Will safe convey me home.

TRINITY-SUNDAY.

[HYMNS 32, 66.]

HYMN XXXVIII. (L..M.)

1 ETERNAL Power! whose high abode

Becomes the grandeur of a God,