8, 6, & 48. M.

353.

SPIRIT OF THE PSALMS

The Holy Ghost the Comforter.

1 OUR blest Redeemer, ere he breathed
His tender, last farewell,

A Guide, a Comforter, bequeathed,
With us to dwell.

2 He came in tongues of living flame,
To teach, convince, subdue;

All powerful as the wind he came,
As viewless too.

3 He came sweet influence to impart,
A gracious, willing guest,

While he can find one humble heart
Wherein to rest.

4 And his that gentle voice we hear, Soft as the breath of even,

That checks each fault, that calms each fear, And speaks of heaven.

5 And every virtue we possess,

And every victory won,

And every thought of holiness,
Are his alone.

6 Spirit of purity and grace,
Our weakness pitying see;

O make our hearts thy dwelling-place,
And worthier thee.

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 Come, holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all thy quickening powers;
Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love,
And that shall kindle ours.

L. M.

355.

BROWNE.

Prayer for the Spirit.

1 COME, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With light and comfort from above;
Be thou our guardian, thou our guide;
O'er every thought and step preside.

2 To us the light of truth display,
And make us know and choose thy way;
Plant holy fear in every heart,

That we from God may ne'er depart.

3 Lead us to holiness, the road

Which we must take to dwell with God; Lead us to Christ, the living way,

Nor let us from his precepts stray;

4 Lead us to God, our final rest, -
To be with him for ever blest;

Lead us to heaven, its bliss to share,-
Fulness of joy for ever there.

L. M.

356.

WESLEY'S COL.

For the Direction of God's Spirit.

1 LEADER of Israel's host, and Guide
Of all who seek the land above,
Beneath thy shadow we abide,
The cloud of thy protecting love;
Our strength thy grace, our rule thy word,
Our end the glory of the Lord.

By thine unerring Spirit led,
We shall not in the desert stray;
We shall not full direction need,
Nor miss our providential way;
As far from danger as from fear,
While Love, almighty Love, is near.

S. M.

357.

WESLEYAN.

1

For a Holy Heart.

GREAT Source of life and light,
Thy heavenly grace impart,
And by thy holy Spirit write
Thy law upon my heart:

My soul would cleave to thee;
Let naught my purpose move;
O let my faith more steadfast be,
And more intense my love!

2 Imbue my
constant mind
With deep humility,

And let an ardent zeal be joined
With perfect charity;

That grace to me impart,
With meekness to reprove,
To hate the sin with all my heart,
And still the sinner love.

3 Long as my trials last,
Long as the cross I bear,
O let my soul on thee be cast
In confidence and prayer!
Conduct me to the shore
Of everlasting peace,

Where storm and tempest rise no more,
Where sin and sorrow cease.

1 SPIRIT of truth! on this, thy day,
To thee for help we cry,

To guide us through the dreary way
Of dark mortality!

2 We ask not, Lord, thy cloven flame,
Or tongues of various tone;
But long thy praises to proclaim
With fervor in our own.

3 We mourn not that prophetic skill
Is found on earth no more;
Enough for us to trace thy wili
In Scripture's sacred lore.

4 We neither have nor seek the power
Ill demons to control;

But thou, in dark temptation's hour,
Shalt chase them from the soul.

5 No heavenly harpings soothe our ear,
No mystic dreams we share;
Yet hope to feel thy comfort near,
And bless thee in our prayer.

6 When tongues shall cease, and power decay And knowledge empty prove,

Do thou thy trembling servants stay,
With faith, and hope, and love!

76. M.

359.

For the Divine Light.

WESLEYAN.

1 LIGHT immortal! Light divine!
Visit thou these hearts of thine;
If thou take thy grace away,
Nothing pure in man will stay.

2 Heal our wounds,

our strength renew;
On our dryness pour thy dew;
Wash the stains of guilt away;
Guide the steps that go astray.

3 Give us comfort when we die;
Give us life with thee on high;
In thy sevenfold gifts descend;
Give us joys which never end.

S. M.

360.

EPISCOPAL COL

Christ's Invitations.

1 THE Spirit, in our hearts,

Is whispering, "Sinner, come "; The Bride, the Church of Christ, proclaims To all his children, "Come!"