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To other strains our souls are set :
A giddy world of sin
Heaven's harmonies come in.
Come Lord, come Wisdom, Love, and Power,
Open our ears to hear;
Save, Lord, by Love or Fear.
DAY divine! when in the temple
To the Lord's first lovers came Glory new and treasure ample,
Mighty gifts and tongues of filame ! Day to happy souls commended,
When the Holy Ghost was given, When the Comforter descended,
And brought down the joy of Heaven.
Lord! to-day thy people learneth
No past wonder, no strange tale ; Lord ! to-day thy people yearneth
Here the Holy Ghost to hail ! O'er again to write this story
Our weak, trembling souls aspire: Unto us may come the glory• Full on us may fall the fire !
Hath the Holy Ghost been holden
By those ancient saints alone?
Call the Comforter their own?
Ours the sorrow, ours the sin!
We the Comforter would win,
The Spirit's best gifts.
WOULD the Spirit more completely
Make abode with saints of old ? Would the Comforter more sweetly
Thy first lovers, Lord, enfold ? Wonders we may not inherit;
Signs and tongues we do not crave; Yet we still receive the Spirit
Still the Comforter we have.
Still are given its gifts most precious ;
Open lies its richest storeWe may win its grace most gracious –
We its deepest deep explore ! Signs most glorious, all excelling,
Witness brightest we may show; Sure the Holy Ghost is dwelling
With the souls that holier grow.
Hope that makes ashamed never
Perfect Peace that passeth thought, Mighty Joy that stayeth ever
Love divine that changeth not;-
Such the glory we may boast;
Breathe on us the Holy Ghost.
The Earnest of the Spirit.
WHY hasteth on this pilgrim throng
As burthened with no cares? These lowly souls-why swells their song
As though the world were theirs ?
What can their happy fulness crave ?
Where can their wishes rove? Thy Holy Spirit, Lord, they have,
The Earnest of thy love.
They needs must rest in glorious things
With whom the Spirit dwells ; Sweet messages the Spirit brings
Great news the Spirit tells.
Lord ! if thy gracious voice divine
One whisper sweet lets fall, They know that Thou hast made them thine,
That Thou hast given them all.
O, if the Lord Himself has given,
All else they know must come-
The everlasting home!
Lord ! may not I these tidings hear?
These messages receive ? Assure
soul that she is dearTo me the Spirit give.
Teach me no other prayer to lift,
No other boon to crave ;
If I the Earnest have.
Take all thy other gifts away
But do not Thou remove ;
This Earnest of thy love.
The sanctification of the Spirit.
CREATOR Spirit ; by whose aid
O source of uncreated light,
Refine and purge our earthly parts,