176. 1 (190.) C. M. Aid of the Spirit. FOR ever blessed be the Lord, My Saviour and my shield! 2 When all my foes their force unite, 3 A friend and helper so divine 177. 1 SURE (195.) L. M. The Holy Spirit a Comforter. the blest Cornforter 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; 178. (196.) L. M. AMIDST a world of hopes and fears, A world of cares, and toils, and tears, 4 May never pleasure, wealth, or pride, 5 There glories shine, and pleasures roll, 179. -1 (198.) C. M. Breathing after holiness. THAT the Lord would guide my ways, O that my God would grant me grace, 2 Order my footsteps by thy word, 3 Assist my soul, too apt to stray, Make me to walk in thy commands; Nor let my head, or heart, or hands, 180. 1 P. M. To the blessed Spirit. HOLY Ghost, dispel our sadness, Pierce the clouds of sinful night: Rest upon this congregation! 2 From that height which knows no measure, 181. 1 P. M. Our dull, our frozen hearts inspire; 2 In our cold breasts O strike a spark Or lie benumb'd and stupid still. And make our hearts thy constant home. 8 Let pure devotion's fervours 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! 1 NO 2 Cor. vi. 2. OW is th' accepted time, Now, sinners, come without delay, 2 Now is th' accepted time, 8 Now is th' accepted time, room. 4 Lord, draw reluctant souls, And feast them with thy love; 5 At length around thy throne P. M. 183. Come and welcome to Jesus Christ. Isaiah lv. 1. 1 COME, ye sinners, poor and wretched, Weak and wounded, sick and sore! Jesus ready stands to save you, Full of pity join'd with power: He is able, He is willing: doubt no more. 2 Come, ye thirsty! come and welcome; True belief, and true repentance, Without money, Come to Jesus Christ, and buy. 3 Let not conscience make you linger, 'Tis his Spirit's rising beam. 4 Come, ye weary, heavy laden Sinners Jesus came to call, 5 View him prostrate in the garden; Sinner, will not this suffice? |