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Love divine, all love excelling,
Joy of heav'n, to earth come down ;
Fix in us Thy humble dwelling,
All Thy faithful mercies crown.
Jesus! Thou art all compassion,
Pure, unbounded love Thou art :
Visit us with Thy salvation ;
Enter every longing heart. .

Breathe, O breathe, Thy gracious Spirit
Into every troubled breast;
Let us all in Thee inherit,
Let us find Thy promis'd rest ;
Take away the love of sinning,
Alpha and Omega be;
End of faith as its beginning,
Set our hearts at liberty.

Finish, Lord, Thy new creation ;
Pure, unspotted, may we be !
Let us see our full salvation,
Perfect and secure in Thee !
Changed from glory into glory,
Till in heaven we take our place ;
Till we cast our crowns before Thee,
Lost in wonder, love, and praise.

O Thou ! who for our fallen race
Did’st lay Thy crown of glory by,
And quit Thy heavenly dwelling-place,
To clothe Thee in mortality;

By whom our vesture of decay,
Its frailty and its pains were worn;
Who, sinless, of our sinful clay
The burden and the griefs hast borne i
Who, stainless, bore our guilty doom,
Upon the cross to save us bled,
And who, triumphant from the tomb,
Captivity hast captive led,
Oh! teach Thy ransom'd ones to know
They love, who diedst to set them free,
And bid their torpid spirits glow
With love, which centres all in Thee.
And come, triumphant Victim ! come
l' the brightness of Thy holy love,
And make this earth our purchased home,
The image of Thy courts above.


He, a man of woes, Went on the way appointed, -path, though rude, Yet borne with patience still :-He came to cheer The broken-hearted, to raise up the sick, And on the wandering and benighted mind To pour the light of truth.-O task divine ! O more than angel teacher! He had words To soothe the barking waves, and hush the winds, And when the soul was toss'd in troubled seas, Wrapp'd in thick darkness and the howling storm, He, pointing to the star of peace on high, Arm'd it with holy fortitude, and bade it smile At the surrounding wreck,

When with deep agony His heart was rack’d,
Not for Himself the tear-drop dew'd His cheek,
For them He wept, for them to Heaven He pray'd,
His persecutors— " Father, pardon them,
They know not what they do.”

Angels of heaven,
Ye who beheld Him fainting on the cross,
And did Him homage, say, may mortal join
The hallelujahs of the risen God?
Will the faint voice of grovelling song be heard
Amid the seraphim in light divine ?
Yes, He will deign, the Prince of Peace will deign,
For mercy, to accept the hymn of faith,
Low though it be and humble.

KIRKE White.

O, holy Saviour ! Friend unseen!
Since on Thine arm Thou bid'st me lean,
Help me, throughout life's varying scene,

By faith to cling to Thee.

Oft when I seem to tread alone,
Some barren waste, with thorns o'ergrown;
Thy voice of love, in gentlest tone,

Whispers, “ Still cling to me.”

Blest is my lot~-whate'er befall,
What can disturb me, who appal,
While, as my strength, my rock, my all,

Saviour ! I cling to Thee?


The Spirit giveth life.—2 Cor. iii. 6.
As many as are led by the Spirit, they are the sons of God. Rom. viii. 14.

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How sweet to wait upon the Lord
In stillness and in prayer;
What though no voice shall speak the word,
A Minister is there-
A Minister of wondrous skill,
True graces to impart;
He teaches all the Father's will,
And preaches to the heart.
And oh, how precious is His love,
In tenderest touches given :
It whispers of the bliss of above,
And stays the soul on heaven !


At anchor laid, remote from home,

Toiling I cry, sweet Spirit, comeCelestial breeze, no longer stay,

But swell my sails, and speed my way.

Fain would I mount, fain would I glow,

And loose my cable from below;
But I can only spread my sail,
Thou, Thou must send the auspicious gale!


Holy Comforter, descend ;

Unfold the things of God; Bid our fears and sorrows end,

Through faith in Jesus' blood.

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