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Stretch my faith's capacity
Wider and yet wider still:
Then with all that is in thee,
My soul for ever fill!

Eutaw.] HYMN 365. 6 lines 8's. OME, Holy Ghost, all-quick'ning fire, Come, and in me delight to rest; Drawn by the lure of strong desire,


O come and consecrate my breast!
The temple of my soul prepare,
And fix thy sacred presence there!
2 If now thy influence I feel,

If now in thee begin to live,
Still to my heart thyself reveal:
Give me thyself, for ever give :
A point my good, a drop my store,
Eager I ask, I pant for more.
3 Eager for thee I ask and pant,
So strong the principle divine
Carries me out with sweet constraint,
Till all my hallow'd soul is thine;
Plung'd in the Godhead's deepest sea,
And lost in thy immensity.

4 My peace, my life, my comfort thou,
My treasure and my all thou art!
True witness of my sonship, now,
Engraving pardon on my heart,
Seal of my sins in Christ forgiven,
Earnest of love, and pledge of heaven.

5 Come then, my God, mark out thine heir,
Of heaven a larger earnest give!
With clearer light thy witness bear;
More sensibly within me live:

Let all my powers thine entrance feel,
And deeper stamp thyself the seal!


Monmouth.] HYMN 366. 6 lines 8's.

NATHER of everlasting grace,

Thy goodness and thy truth we prove;
Thou hast in honour of thy Son,
The gift unspeakable sent down,

The Spirit of life, and pow'r, and love. 2 Send us the Spirit of thy Son,

To make the depths of Godhead known,
To make us share the life divine:
Send him the sprinkled blood t' apply,
Send him our souls to sanctify,

And show, and seal us ever thine.

3 So shall we pray, and never cease, So shall we thankfully confess

Thy wisdom, truth, and power, and love! With joy unspeakable adore,

And bless and praise thee evermore,
And serve thee as thy hosts above.
4 Till added to that heavenly choir,
We raise our songs of triumphs higher,
And praise thee in a bolder strain;
Out-soar the first-born seraph's flight,
And sing, with all our friends in light,
Thy everlasting love to man.


Eutaw.] HYMN 367. 6 lines 8's.

I WANT the spirit of power within,

Of love, and of a healthful mind;
Of power to conquer inbred sin:

Of love to thee and all mankind;
Of health, that pain and death defies,
Most vigorous when the body dies.
2 When shall I hear the inward voice,
Which only faithful souls can hear?

Pardon, and peace, and heavenly joys,
Attend the promis'd Comforter:
O come, and righteousness divine,

And Christ, and all with Christ are mine! 3 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 lov'd abode, The temple of indwelling God! 4 Come, Holy Ghost, my heart inspire! Attest that I am born again; Come, and baptise me now with fire, Nor let thy former gifts be vain: I cannot rest in sins forgiven; Where is the earnest of my heaven? 5 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!

Liberty.] HYMN 368. 6 lines 8's.

LOVE, I languish at thy stay!


Weary and faint through long delay:
When wilt thou come into my heart?
From sin and sorrow set me free,
And swallow up my soul in thee!

2 Come, O thou universal Good!

Balm of the wounded conscience, come! The hungry, dying spirit's food,

The weary, wand'ring pilgrim's home; Haven to take the shipwreck'd in,

My everlasting rest from sin!

3 Be thou, O Love, whate'er I want;
Support my feebleness of mind;
Relieve the thirsty soul, the faint
Revive, illuminate the blind;
The mournful cheer, the drooping lead,
And heal the sick, and raise the dead.

4 Come, O my comfort and delight!

My strength and health, my shield and sun! My boast, and confidence, and might, My joy, my glory, and my crown: My Gospel-hope, my calling's prize; My tree of life, my paradise.

5 The Secret of the Lord thou art,
The mystery so long unknown,
Christ in a pure and perfect heart!

The name inscrib'd on the white stone:
The life divine, the little leav'n,
My precious pearl, my present heav'n.

Amsterdam.] HYMN 369. 8 lines 7's & 6's.


GREAT mountain, who art thou?
Immense, immoveable!

High as heaven aspires thy brow,
Thy foot sinks deep as hell!
Thee, alas, I long have known,
Long have felt thee fixt within;
Still beneath thy weight I groan;
Thou art Indwelling Sin.
2 Thou art darkness in my mind,
Perverseness in my will!
Love inordinate and blind,
That always cleaves to ill:
Every passion's wild excess;
Anger, lust, and pride thou art :

Thou art sin, and sinfulness,
And unbelief of heart!

3 Not by human might or power

Canst thou be mov'd from hence:
But thou shalt flow down before
Divine Omnipotence:
My Zerubbabel is near:

I have not believ'd in vain ;
Thou, when Jesus doth appear,
Shalt sink into a plain.

4 Christ, the Head, the Corner-Stone, Shall be brought forth in me: Glory be to Christ alone!

His grace shall set me free:
I shall shout my Saviour's name;
Him I evermore shall praise:
All the work of grace proclaim,
Of sanctifying grace.

5 Christ hath the Foundation laid,
And Christ shall build me up:
Surely I shall soon be made
Partaker of my hope:

Author of my faith he is,

He its Finisher shall be;
Perfect love shall seal me his
To all eternity.


1 WHO hath slighted or contemn'd
The day of feeble things?
I shall be by grace redeem'd;
'Tis grace salvation brings:
Ready now my Saviour stands !
Him I now rejoice to see
With the plummet in his hands,
To build and finish me.

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