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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 ?
Our love so faint, so cold to Thee,

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,
And let me never quit thy side,

Thy comforts are divine.

Pride scorns Thee for thy lowly mien,

But who, like Thee, can rise
Above this toilsome sordid scene,

Beyond the holy skies ?

Weak is thine eye, and soft thy voice,

But wondrous is thy might
To make the wretched soul rejoice,

To give the simple light !

And still to all that seek thy way

This magic power is given,-
E'en while their footsteps press the clay

Their souls ascend to heaven.


He will guide you into all truth.

O HOLY Ghost! thy heavenly dew
The hearts of sinners can renew;
Thou dost within our breasts abide,
And still to holy actions guide.

Thou mak'st the soul with joy to sing,
When sorrow's clouds are deepening;
With Jesus Christ thou mak’st us one,
Earnest of heaven, from God's high throne.

Best gift of God, and man's true friend,
Into my inmost soul descend ;
The mind of Jesus Christ impart,
And consecrate to Thee



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,
My heavenly happiness secure;
When lost in darkness, give me light,
And cheer me through death's dreary night.

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!

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