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6 Search for us the depths of God;

Bear us up the starry road,
To the height of Thine abode;

Comforter Divine. 196.

The Heavenly Dove.
1 1 COME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,

With all Thy quickening powers ;
Kindle a flame of sacred love

In these cold hearts of ours.
2 In vain we tune our formal songs,

In vain we strive to rise;
Hosannahs languish on our tongues,

And our devotion dies.
3 Dear Lord ! and shall we ever lie

At this poor dying rate ?
Our love so faint, so cold to Thee,

And Thine to us so great ?
4 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,

With all Thy quickening powers ;
Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love,

And that shall kindle ours.

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The Spirit's Guidance.
1 COME, Holy Spirit, come,

Let Thy bright beams arise;
Dispel the sorrow from our minds,

The darkness from our eyes.

2 Convince us of our sin,

Then lead to Jesus' blood,
And to our wondering view reveal

The secret love of God.
3 'Tis Thine to cleanse the heart,

To sanctify the soul,
To pour fresh life in every part,

And new create the whole.
4 Dwell, therefore, in our hearts;

Our bonds and fears remove;
And kindle in our breasts the flame

Of never dying love. 198.

Grieve not the Holy Spirit.” C.M.
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LO
ORD! am I precious in Thy sight?

Lord, wouldst Thou have me Thine ?
May it be given me to delight

The Majesty Divine ?
2 What ! dost Thou sweetly urge and press

My soul Thy heaven to win?
Lord! dost Thou love my holiness ?

Lord ! dost Thou hate my sin ?
3 O Holy Spirit! dost Thou mourn

When I from Thee depart?
Dost Thou rejoice when I return

And give Thee back my heart?
4 0, sweet, strange height of grace divine,

My sin Thy grief to make-
And this poor faithfulness of mine

For Thy delight to take.

5 Strange height of sin to slight the love

That yearns to make me blest,
And drive away the Heavenly Dove

That fain would be my guest!
6 O happy Heaven! where Thine embrace

I never more shall leave;
Nor ever cast away Thy grace,

Nor once Thy Spirit grieve !
7 0, let me, Lord, each grace possess.

That makes Thy heaven more bright,
And bring the humble holiness

That gives my God delight.

II. THE WORD OF GOD. 199. The Scriptures.

C.M. 1 HERE is the spring where waters flow,

To quench our heat of sin;
Here is the tree where truth doth grow,

To lead our lives therein,
2 Here is the judge that ends the strife,
Where men's

devices fail ; Here is the bread that feeds the life

That death cannot assail. 3 The tidings of salvation dear

Come to our ears from hence; The fortress of our faith is here,

And shield of our defence.

4 Read not this book, in any case,

But with a single eye,
Read not, but first desire God's grace

To understand thereby.
5 Pray still in faith, with this respect,

To live and grow therein;
That knowledge may bring this effect,

To mortify thy sin.
6 Then happy thou in all thy life,

Whate'er to thee befalls;
Yea, doubly happy shalt thou be

When God by death thee calls.
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"A Lamp to the Feet."

C.M. 1 HOW precious is the book divine,

By inspiration giv'n!
Bright as a lamp its doctrines shine,

To guide our souls to heav'n.
2 It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts

In this dark vale of tears;
Life, light, and joy it still imparts,

And quells our rising fears.
3 This lamp through all the tedious night

Of life shall guide our way,
Till we behold the clearer light

Of an eternal day.

The Excellence of the Scriptures. C.M. LORD, I have made Thy word my choice,

My lasting heritage ;

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There shall my noblest pow’rs rejoice,

My warmest thoughts engage.
2 I'll read the histries of Thy love,

And keep Thy laws in sight,
While through the promises I rove

With ever fresh delight.
3 'Tis a broad land of wealth unknown,

Where springs of life arise,
Seeds of immortal bliss are sown,

And hidden glory lies.
4 The best relief that mourners have,

It makes our sorrows blest;
Our fairest hope beyond the grave,

And our eternal rest.
202. The Glory of the Scriptures.
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GLORY gilds the sacred page,

Majestic, like the sun;
It gives a light to every age ;

It gives, but borrows none.
2 The hand that gave it, still supplies

The gracious light and heat ;
His truths upon the nations rise,

They rise, but never set.
3 Let everlasting thanks be Thine,

For such a bright display,
As makes a world of darkness shine

With beams of heavenly day.

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