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Y dear Redeemer and my Lord,

MY

I read my duty in Thy word;
But, in Thy life, the law appears
Drawn out in living characters.

2 Such was Thy truth, and such Thy zeal,
Such deference to Thy Father's will,
Such love, and meekness so divine,

L.M.

I would transcribe and make them mine.

3 Cold mountains and the midnight air
Witnessed the fervour of Thy prayer;
The desert Thy temptation knew,
Thy conflict and Thy victory too.

4 Be Thou my pattern; make me bear
More of Thy gracious image here:

Then God the Judge shall own my name
Amongst the followers of the Lamb.

WATTS.

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WHAT grace, O Lord, and beauty shone

Around Thy steps below;

What patient love was seen in all
Thy life and death of woe.

2 For ever, on Thy burdened heart
A weight of sorrow hung;
Yet no ungentle, murmuring word
Escaped Thy silent tongue.

3 Thy foes might hate, despise, revile,
Thy friends unfaithful prove;
Unwearied in forgiveness still,
Thy heart could only love.

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4 O give us hearts to love like Thee,
Like Thee, O Lord, to grieve
Far more for others' sins, than all
The wrongs that we receive.

5 One with Thyself, may every eye,
In us, Thy brethren, see

The gentleness and grace that spring
From union, Lord, with Thee.

E. DENNY.

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The Holy Spirit.

L.M.

COME, gracious SPIRIT, heavenly Dove,
With light and comfort from above;
Be Thou our Guardian, Thou our Guide,
O'er every thought and step preside.

2 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.

3 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.

4 Lead us to God, our final rest,
In His enjoyment to be blest;

Lead us to heaven, that we may share
Fulness of joy for ever there.

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COME

OME, Holy Ghost, in love,
Shed on us from above
Thine own bright ray:

S. BROWNE.*

6.6.4.6.6.6.4.

Divinely good Thou art,
Thy sacred gifts impart
To gladden each sad heart;
O come to-day!

2 Come, tenderest Friend, and best,
Our most delightful Guest,
With soothing power;
Rest which the weary know,
Shade mid the noontide-glow,
Peace when deep griefs o'erflow;
Cheer us this hour!

3 Come, Light serene and still,
Our inmost bosoms fill;
Dwell in each breast;

We know no dawn but Thine;
Send forth Thy beams divine,
On our dark souls to shine,
And make us blest!

4 Exalt our low desires,
Extinguish passion's fires,
Heal every wound;
Our stubborn spirits bend,
Our icy coldness end,
Our devious steps attend,

While heavenward bound!

5 Come, all the faithful bless!
Let all who Christ confess
His praise employ ;

Give virtue's rich reward,
Victorious death accord,
And with our glorious Lord

Eternal joy!

KING ROBERT II. OF FRANCE,

trans. RAY PALMER.

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S.M.

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3

4

5

COME, Holy Spirit, come;

Let Thy bright beams arise;
Dispel all sorrow from our minds,
All darkness from our eyes.

Convince us of our sin;

Then lead to Jesus' blood:
And to our wondering view reveal
The secret love of God.

Revive our drooping faith:

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

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

To pour fresh life through every part,
And new create the whole.

Dwell therefore in our hearts,
Our minds from bondage free;

Then we shall know and praise and love
The Father, Son, and Thee.

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J. HART.

COME, Holy Spirit, from the throne

Of the Eternal God!

O come and make my heart Thy own,
Thy temple and abode.

2 Take of the things of Christ my Lord
And show them unto me;
That I may comprehend Thy word,
And all its beauties see.

3 Thy quickening energy display,
Thou know'st my inward strife :

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Kindle my darkness into day,
My deadness into life.

4 Subdue each vain, impure desire,
Each tendency to sin;

And make me, by Thy hallowed fire,
All glorious within.

5 Under Thy guidance may I live,
Thy constant aid implore;
With gratitude that aid receive,
Nor sin against Thee more.

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J. TYERS.

COME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all Thy quickening powers,

Kindle a flame of sacred love

In these cold hearts of ours.

2 Look how we grovel here on earth,
Fond of these trifling toys;

Our souls forget their heavenly birth,
And miss 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, heavenly Dove,
With all Thy quickening powers;
Come, shed abroad the Saviour's love,
And that shall kindle ours.

WATTS.*

C.M.