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And to our wond'ring view reveal
The secret love of God. 5. Shew us the sinner's friend
That rules the courts of bliss ;
Th' eternal prince of peace. 6. 'Tis thine to cleanse the heart,
T'illuminate the soul;
And new create the whole.
Hymn 116. c. M.
Descending from above,
With faith and hope and love.
By sin and grief oppress'd:
And to the weary rest. 3. Tny sweet communion charms the souls
And gives true peace and joy,
Nor all his wiles destroy.
To confidence that's vain :
Who love the Lamb once slain. 5. Breathe comfort where distress abounds,
O make our conscience clean;
The fest'ring sore of sin.
Take out the heart of stone';
And merits of the Son.
Hymn 117. 1. M.
When the divine disciples met: While on their heads the spirit came And sat like tongues of cloven flame. 2. What gifts, what miracles he gave !
And pow'r'to kill, and pow'r to save, Furnish'd their tongues with wond'rous words,
Instead of shields and spears and swords. 3. Tnus arm’d, he sent the champions forth,
From east to west, from south to north:
Of what almighty force they are,
And lay the proudest rebel low!
Are by these heav'nly arms subdu'd;
And hates the doctrine of the cross.
I would be led in triumph too,
Hymn 118. C. M. 1, COME NOME Holy Ghost, our hearts inspirer.
; Source of the old prophetic fire,
Fountain of life and love. 2. Come Holy Ghost, for mov'd by thee
Thy prophets wrote and spoke:
Unlock the truth (thyself the key!)
Unseal the sacred book.
In this appointed hour,
And bid it come with pow'r.
To make the Saviour room;
Let faith by hearing come.
Hymn 119. P. M.
Enliv’ning, consecrating fire,
Our dull, our frozen hearts inspire:
Come, condescending spirit, come! 2. In our cold breasts O strike a spark
Of the pure flame which seraphs feel,
Or lie benumb'd and stupid still :
And make our hearts thy constant home! 3. Whatever guilt and madness dare,
We would not quench the heavenly fire; Our hearts as fuel we prepare,
Though in the flame we should expire: Our breasts expand to make thee room:
Come purifying spirit come!
Let every pious passion glow!
Kindle in our cold hearts below!
Hymn 120. c. Mi
And gladly sing thy praise.
Our sacrifice receive; Made, and preserv’d, and sav'd by thee,
To thee ourselves we give.
Shed in our hearts abroad;
And be with Christ in God.
Hymn 121. L. M. OUR hcar?nly Father is not known
but in the Son alone ; His mercy, love, and boundless grace
We see display'd in Jesu's face. 2. Great God! how dreadful was the name,
Until the God-man Jesus came! We could not love or honour thee,
Unless the Son had set us free. 3. O love, no human tongue can tell!
O love divine unsearchable ! The Father gave luis only Son
To bleed and die for slaves undone! 4. Can
heart, Since God with his own son did part ? What'er I want can't be deny'd,
Since Christ for me was crucify’d.
Hymn 122. L. M. 1.
To whose celestial source we owe Rivers of endless joys above,
And rills of comfort here below. 2. Glory to thee, great son of God,
From whose dear wounded body rolls A precious stream of vital blood,
Pardon and life for dying souls.
Who in our hearts of sin and woe
And into boundless Glory flow.
And God the Spirit we adore ;
Without a bottom, or a shore.
Hymn 123. c. M.
Who from our sinful race
The honours of his grace.
Who dwelt in humble clay,
Gave his own life away.
From whose almighty pow'r
And bless the happy hour.
Th' eternal three in one,
Has made his nature known.