Having thy sweet consolations,
We can ask or wish no more.

Author of our new creation,
Bid us all thy influence prove;
Make our souls thy habitation,
Shed abroad the Saviour's love..

250

Whitby.

COME, Holy Spirit, come,
Let thy bright beams arise ;
Dispel the sorrow from our minds,
The darkness from our eyes.

Convince us of our sin,

Then lead to Jesus' blood;
And to our wond'ring 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 illuminate the soul,

To pour fresh life in ev'ry part,

And new create the whole.

Dwell therefore in our hearts,

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

251

Fordingbridge.

COME, dearest Lord, descend and dwell,
By faith and love, in every breast;
Then shall we know, and taste and feel,
The joys that cannot be express'd.

Come, fill our hearts with inward strength,
Make our enlarged souls possess,
And learn the height, and breadth, and length
Of thine unmeasurable grace.

Now to the God, whose power can do
More than our thoughts or wishes know,

Be everlasting honours done,

By all the church, thro' Christ his Son.

252

Horsley.

O BLESS thy servant, dearest Lord,
While he shall preach thy gracious word,
May he declare delightful things,
Touching the glorious King of kings.

O grant him bright celestial views,
While he proclaims the joyful news,
With holy zeal his soul inflame
While he exalts the bleeding Lamb.

Give him strong faith, and glowing love,
And shower down blessings from above,
May we all hear the Saviour's voice,
And all believe, and all rejoice.

253

Mariners.

HOLY Ghost inspire our praises,

Touch our hearts, and tune our tongues;

Laud we now thy name, O Jesus,

Heaven shall echo with our songs.

Every state, howe'er distressing,
Shall be profit in the end,
Every ordinance a blessing,
Every providence a friend.

Blessed Lord, be thou our teacher,

Helper, counsellor, and guide;
Speak, in mercy, through the preacher,
And the hearing ear provide.

Vain are learning, parts, and merit,
Vain the native powers of man ;
Jesus, send thy Holy Spirit,

To display the gospel plan.

254

Oxford.

COME, Holy Ghost, our hearts inspire,

Let us thine influence prove,

Source of the old prophetic fire,

Fountain of life and love.

Come, Holy Ghost, for mov'd by thee,

The prophets wrote and spoke; Unlock the truth, our teacher be,

Unseal the sacred book.

Water, with heavenly dew, thy word,
In this appointed hour;

Attend it with thy presence, Lord,
And bid it come with power.

Open the hearts of all that hear,
To make the Saviour room;
Now let us find redemption near;
Let faith by hearing come.

In spirit we trace,

Thy wonders of grace,

And cheerfully join in a concert of praise. The Ancient of days

His glory displays,

And shines on his chosen with cherishing rays. The trumpet of God,

Is sounding abroad,

The language is mercy, salvation thro' blood. Thrice happy are they

Who hear and obey,

And share in the blessings of this gospel day. The people who know,

The Saviour below,

With cheerful affection to worship him go.

This blessing be mine,

Thro' favour divine,

But, O my Redeemer, the glory be thine.

The work is of grace;

Thine, thine be the praise,

And mine to adore thee, and tell of thy ways.

256

MINNINN

Foundling
THE God who once to Israel spoke,
From Sinai's top, in fire and smoke,
In gentler strains of gospel grace,
Invites us now to seek his face.

He wears no terrors on his brow,
He speaks in love from Zion now,
It is the voice of Jesu's blood,
Calling poor wand'rers back to God.
The holy Moses quak'd and fear'd,
When Sinai's thund'ring law he heard,
But reigning grace, with accents mild,
Speaks to the sinner as a child,
Hark! how from Calvary it sounds,
From the Redeemer's dying wounds;
"Pardon and grace I freely give,
Poor sinners look to me, and live."
Spirit divine, thy pow'r be felt,
Now cause the stony heart to melt;
By Jesu's love each soul constrain,
Nor let the word be preach'd in vain.

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NIINNNNN

Warwick.

NOW, Lord, inspire the preacher's heart,
And teach his tongue to speak :.