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HYMN 55. 8s. Consolation. [*]
The Holy Spirit addressed under Darkness.
ESCEND, Holy Spirit, the Dove,
And visit a sorrowful breast;
e My burden of guilt to remove,
And bring me assurance and rest;
-Thou only hast power to relieve
A sinner o'erwhelm'd with his load:
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The sense of redemption to give,
And sprinkle his heart with the blood.
2 With me, if of old thou hast strove,
And kindly withheld me from sin ;
Resolv'd, by the strength of thy love
My worthless affections to win;
The work of thy mercy revive,
Invincible mercy exert,

And keep my weak graces alive,
And set up thy rest in my heart.
3 If, when I have put thee to grief,
And madly to folly return'd,
Thy goodness has been my relief,
And lifted me up as I mourn'd;
O Spirit of pity and grace,
Relieve me again and restore;
My spirit in holiness raise,

To fall, and to grieve thee, no more. e 4 If now I lament after God,

And pant for a taste of his lovee If Jesus, who pour'd out his blood, Obtain'd me a mansion above;o Come, heavenly Comforter, come, Sweet witness of mercy divine! o And make me thy permanent home, And seal me eternally thine.

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HYMN 56. L. M. Sicilian. [b*]

Prayer answered by Crosses.

Rippon.

ASK'D the Lord that I might grow
In faith, and love, and every grace;
Might more of his salvation know,
And seek more earnestly his face.
2 'Twas he who taught me thus to pray,
And he, I trust, has answer'd prayer;

But it has been in such a way,
As almost drove me to despair.

3 I hop'd that in some favour'd hour,
At once he'd answer my request;
And by his love's constraining power,
Subdue my sins, and give me rest.
e 4 Instead of this, he made me feel
The hidden evils of my heart;
And let the angry powers of hell
Assault my soul in ev'ry part.

a 5 Yea, more with his own hand he seem'd Intent to aggravate my wo;

Cross'd all the fair designs I schem'd, Blasted my gourds, and laid me low. e 6 Lord, why is this? I trembling cry'd, Wilt thou pursue thy worm to death? d "Tis in this way (the Lord reply'd,) 'I answer prayer for grace and faith.

7 These inward trials I employ,

'From self and pride to set thee free,

'And break thy schemes of earthly joy, 'That thou may'st seek thy all in me.' Newton.

HYMN 57. L. M. Pleyel's. [*]

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Inconstancy lamented.

EAR Jesus, when, when shall it be, That I no more shall break with thee? When will this war of passion cease, And I enjoy a lasting peace?

e 2 Here I repent, and sin again, Sometimes revive, sometimes am slain ;D Slain with the same malignant dart, Which, oh! too often wounds my heart. -3 When, gracious Lord, when shall it be, That I shall find my all in thee

o The fulness of thy promise prove,

And feast on thine eternal love? Dorrington.

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HYMN 58. L. M. Bath. [b*]

Conflict between Sin and Holiness. Gal. v, 17.

WHAT jarring natures dwell within

Imperfect grace, remaining sin!

Not this can reign, nor that prevail,
Though each by turns my heart assail.
e 2 Now I complain, and groan, and die-
o Now raise my songs of triumph high;
o Sing a rebellious passion slain,

e Or mourn to feel it live again.
o 3 One happy hour beholds me rise,
Borne upwards to my native skies;
When faith assists my soaring flight,
To realms of joy, and worlds of light.
e 4 Scarce a few hours or minutes roll,
Ere earth reclaims my captive soul;
-I feel its sympathetic force,

And headlong urge my downward course.
e 5 How short the joys thy visits give!
How long thine absence, Lord, I grieve!
What clouds obscure my rising sun,
Or interrupt its rays at noon!

-6 Great God, assist me through the fight;
Make me to triumph in thy might :
Thou the desponding heart canst raise;
The vict'ry mine, and thine the praise.

Cruttendon.
HYMN 59. C. M. Tunbridge. [*]
Watchfulness and Prayer.

e 1 ALAS, what hourly dangers rise!

What snares beset my way! -To heaven then let me lift my eyes, And hourly watch and pray.

p 2 How oft my mournful thoughts complain, And melt in flowing tears!

e My weak resistance, ah, how vain! How strong my foes and fears!

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-3 O gracious God, in whom I live,
My feeble efforts aid;

Help me to watch, and pray, and strive,
Though trembling and afraid.

- 4 Increase my faith, increase my hope,
When foes and fears prevail;
And bear my fainting spirit up,
Or soon my strength will fail.

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-5 When strong temptations fright my heart, Or lure my feet aside;

o My God, thy powerful aid impart
My guardian and my guide.

--6 Still keep me in thy heavenly way,
o And bid the tempter flee ;
-And never let me go astray
From happiness and thee.

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HYMN 60. 8, 7 & 4. Helmsley. [*]
Hope encouraged. Ps. xlii, 5.

Steele.

MY soul, what means this sadness? Wherefore art thou thus cast down? o Let thy griefs be turn'd to gladness; Bid thy restless fears be gone: Look to Jesus,

And rejoice in his dear name.

-2 What though Satan's strong temptations
Vex and grieve thee, day by day;
And thy sinful inclinations

Often fill thee with dismay;

Thou shalt conquer

Through the Lamb's redeeming blood. -3 Though ten thousand ills beset thee, From without and from within; o Jesus saith he'll ne'er forget thee, But will save from hell and sin : He is faithful

To perform his gracious word.

-4 Though distresses now attend thee, And thou tread'st the thorny road; o His right hand shall still defend thee; Soon he'll bring thee home to God! Therefore praise him

Praise the great Redeemer's name. -5 Oh, that I could now adore him, Like the heavenly host above,

o Who for ever bow before him, And unceasing sing his love! Happy songsters!

When shall I your chorus join?

Fawcett.

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HYMN 61. C. M. Bedford. [*]

Lively Hope and gracious Fear.
WAS a grov'ling creature once,
And basely cleav'd to earth;

I wanted spirit to renounce

The clod that gave me birth. 2 But God has breath'd upon a worm, And sent me from above,

Wings, such as clothe an angel's form,—
The wings of joy and love,
o 3 With these, to Pisgah's top I fly,
And there delighted stand;
To view, beneath a shining sky,
The spacious, promis'd land.

o 4 The Lord of all the vast domain
Has promis'd it to me ;-

The length and breadth of all the plain,
As far as faith can see.

-5 How glorious is my privilege!
To thee for help I call;

e I stand upon a mountain's edge, O save me, lest I fall!

-6 Though much exalted in the Lord, My strength is not my own;

e Then let me tremble at his word, And none shall cast me down.

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Cowper.

HYMN 62. L. P. M. Sheffield. [*]

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Assurance. Jer. xxxi, 3.

ESUS, I know, hath died for me,This is my hope, my joy, my rest! Hither, when hell assails, I flee, And look into my Saviour's breast: o Away, sad doubts, and anxious feare Mercy is all that's written there.

2 Though waves and storms go o'er my head, e Though strength, and health, and friends, be Though joys be wither'd all, and dead, [gone; And every comfort be withdrawn:

g Steadfast on this my soul reliesFather, thy mercy never dies.