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Breathing after the Holy Spirit.
COME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all thy quickening powers : Kindle a flame of sacred love
In these cold hearts of ours.
Look how we grovel here below,
Fond of these trifling toys; Our souls can neither fly nor go,
To reach eternal joys.
In vain we tune our formal songs,
In vain we strive to rise ! Hosannas languish on our tongues,
And our devotion dies.
Dear Lord ! and shall we ever lie
At this poor dying rate ?
And thine to us so great !
Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all thy quickening powers ; Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love,
And that shall kindle ours.
The fellowship of the Holy Spirit.
HOLY Spirit ! into me!
Glorify this humble home! Meet again mortality,
To another temple come!
Holy Spirit ! forth from me!
Sweetly forth,--ah! not away; Kept Thou mayst, yet given be ;
Mighty go, yet mighty stay.
Spirit that with me dost dwell,
Make thy presence richly known ! Holy deeds set forth to tell
Of the bright communion !
Peaceful Spirit ! hath the soul
Where thy voice so sweet doth sound, Of thy mighty music full,
Ears to hear the roar around ?
Cheerful Spirit! where but here
In this happy home of thine, Floweth on such gladsome cheer ?
Ever fresh the feast divine !
Holy Spirit ! give not o'er;
Leave not, leave not hallowing me Me thy temple evermore;
Mine thine own Eternity!
The Spirit of Truth, whom the world cannot
SPIRIT of Truth, be Thou my guide!
O clasp my hand in thine,
Thy comforts are divine.
Pride scorns Thee for thy lowly mien,
But who, like Thee, can rise
Beyond the holy skies ?
Weak is thine eye, and soft thy voice,
But wondrous is thy might
To give the simple light !
And still to all that seek thy way
This magic power is given,-
Their souls ascend to heaven.
He will guide you into all truth.
O HOLY Ghost! thy heavenly dew
Thou mak'st the soul with joy to sing,
Best gift of God, and man's true friend,
Teach me to do my Father's will, Beneath his guidance to be still ; Lighten my mind, and oh ! incline My heart to make his pleasure mine.
From spot and blemish make me pure,
103.-7.6. The Comforter, which is the Holy Ghost.
IN the time of my distress, When temptations me oppress, And when I my sins confess,
Sweet Spirit! comfort me! When I lie within my bed, Sick in heart and sick in head, And with doubts, discomforted,
Sweet Spirit! comfort me! When the house doth sigh and weep, And the world is drowned in sleep, Yet mine eyes the watch do keep,
Sweet Spirit ! comfort me! When the passing bell doth toll, And the furies in a shoal Come to fright a parting soul,
Sweet Spirit! comfort me ! When the priest his last hath prayed, And I nod to what is said'Cause my speech is now decayed,
Sweet Spirit! comfort me! When the tempter me pursu'th With the sins of all my youth, And half damns me with untruth,
Sweet Spirit ! comfort me! When the judgment is revealed, And that opened which was sealed, When to Thee I have appealed,
Sweet Spirit! comfort me!