Our souls, how heavily they go,
To reach eternal joys!
3 Dear Lord! and shall we always live
At this poor, dying rate?
Our love so cold, so faint to thee,
And thine to us so great?
4 Come, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove,
With all thy quick'ning pow'rs;
Come, shed abroad a Savior's love,
And that shall kindle ours.
175 Prayer for renewal by the Holy Spirit. C. M
Y hope, my portion, and my God,
How little art thou known
By all the judgments of thy rod,
And blessings of thy throne!
2 How cold and feeble is my love!
How negligent my fear!
How low my hope of joys above!
How few affections there!
3 Great God! thy gracious aid impart,
To give thy word success;
Write thy salvation in my heart,
That I may learn thy grace.
4 Show my forgetful feet the way
That leads to joys on high:
There knowledge grows without decay,
And love shall never die.
Aid of the Spirit.
OR ever blessed be the Lord,
My Savior and my shield!
He sends his Spirit with his word,
To arm me for the field.
2 When all my foes their force unite,
He makes my soul his care;
Instructs me in the heav'nly fight,
And guards me through the war.
3 A friend and helper so divine
My fainting hope shall raise:
He makes the glorious vict'ry mine,
And his shall be the praise.
The Holy Spirit the Comforter.
URE the blest Comforter is nigh,
"Tis he sustains my fainting heart;
Else would my hope for ever die,
And ev'ry cheering ray depart.
2 When some kind promise glads my soul,
Do I not find his healing voice
The tempest of my fears control,
And bid my drooping pow'rs rejoice?
3 What less than thine almighty word
Can raise my heart from earth and dust, And bid me cleave to thee, my Lord, My life, my treasure, and my trust! 4 And when my cheerful hope can say, "I love my God, and taste his grace;" Lord, is it not thy blissful ray,
Which brings this dawn of sacred peace? 5 Let thy kind Spirit in my heart
For ever dwell, O God of love;
And light and heav'nly peace impart,
Sweet earnest of the joys above.
Prayer for the Spirits guidance.
AMIDST a world of hopes and fears,
A world of cares, and toils, and tears,
Where foes alarm, and dangers threat,
And pleasures kill, and glories cheat:
2 Send down, O Lord! a heav'nly ray,
To guide me in the doubtful way;
And o'er me hold thy shield of pow'r,
To guard me in the dang 'rous hour.
3 Teach me the flatt'ring paths to shun,
In which the thoughtless many run,
Who for a shade the substance miss,
And grasp their ruin in their bliss.
4 May never pleasure, wealth, or pride,
Allure my wand'ring soul aside;
But through this maze of mortal ill,
Safe lead me to thy heav'nly hill.
5 There glories shine, and pleasures roll,
That charm, delight, transport the soul,
And every longing wish shall be
Possess'd of boundless bliss in thee.
Breathing after holiness.
1) THAT the Lord would guide my ways,
To keep his statutes still!
O that my God would grant me grace
To know and do his will!
2 Order my footsteps by thy word,
And make my heart sincere;
Let sin have no dominion, Lord,
But keep my conscience clear.
3 Assist my soul, too apt to stray,
A stricter watch to keep;
And, should I e'er forget thy way,
Restore thy wand'ring sheep.
4 Make me to walk in thy commands;
'Tis a delightful road:
Nor let my lips, or heart, or hands,
Offend against my God.
180 To the blessed Spirit. P. M. 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8.
Ghost, dispel our sadness,
Pierce the clouds of sinful night:
Come, thou source of sweetest gladness,
Breathe thy life and spread thy light;
Loving SPIRIT, GOD of peace,
Great distributer of grace,
Rest upon this congregation!
Hear, O! hear our supplication
2 From that height which knows no measure
As a gracious show'r descend;
Bringing down the richest treasure
Man can wish, or God can send.
O thou GLORY, shining down
From the FATHER and the SON,
Grant us thine illumination!
Rest on all this congregation.
3 Come, thou best of all donations
God can give, or we implore;
Having thy sweet consolations,
We need wish for nothing more;
HOLY SPIRIT, heav'nly Dove,
Now descending from above,
Rest on all this congregation,
Make our hearts thy habitation.
Address to the Spirit. P. M. 8s. as 112th 1 ETERNAL Spirit, source of light,
Enliv'ning, consecrating fire,
Descend, and, with celestial heat,
Our dull, our frozen hearts inspire;
Our souls refine, our dross consume;
Come, condescending Spirit, come!
2 In our cold breasts O strike a spark
Of that pure flame which seraphs feel;
Nor let us wander in the dark,
Nor lie benumb'd and stupid still.
Come, vivifying Spirit, come!
And make our hearts thy constant home.
3 Let pure devotion's fervors rise!
Let ev'ry pious passion glow!
O let the raptures of the skies
Kindle in our cold hearts below.
Come, purifying Spirit, come,
And make our souls thy constant home!
GENERAL INVITATIONS.
Behold, now is the accepted time.
WOW is th' accepted time,
Now is the day of grace;
Now, sinners, come without delay,
And seek the Savior's face.
2 Now is th' accepted time,
The Savior calls to-day;
To-morrow it may be too late,
Then why should you delay?
3 Now is th' accepted time,
The gospel bids you come;
And ev'ry promise in his word
Declares there yet is room.
4 Lord, draw reluctant souls,
And feast them with thy love;
Then will the angels clap their wings,
And bear the news above.*
Come and welcome to Jesus Christ.
OME, ye sinners, poor and wretched,
Weak and wounded, sick and sore!
Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity join'd with pow'r :
He is able,
He is willing: doubt no more.
2 Come, ye thirsty! come and welcome:
God's free bounty glorify:
True belief, and true repentance,
Ev'ry grace that brings us nigh-
Without money,
Come to Jesus Christ, aud buy.
3 Let not conscience make you linger,
Nor of fitness fondly dream;
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