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COME, Holy Spirit, come,
Let thy bright beams arise ;
Dispel tbe sorrow from our minds,
The darkness from our eyes.
Convince us of our sin,
Then lead to Jesu's blood,
And to our wond'ring view reveal
Th' amazing love of God.
Revive our drooping faith,
Our doubts and fears remove;
And kindle in our breasts the fire
Of never-dying love.
Dwell thou within our hearts,
Let us thy temple be ;
So shall we know, and praise, and love
The Father, Son, and Thee.
COME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all thy quick’ning pow'rs;
Kindle a flame of sacred love
In these cold hearts of ours.
See, how we grovel here below,
Fond of these earthly toys !
Our souls, how heavily they go,
To reach eternal joys !
Dear Lord! and shall we ever live
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 quick’ning powers ;
Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love,
And that shall kindle ours.
COME, let our mourning hearts revive,
And let our tears be dry;
Why should these hearts be drown’d in grief,
Which view the Saviour nigh?
What though our shepherds dwell in dust,
The aged and the young,
The watchful eye in darkness clos'd,
And mute th' instructive tongue ?
Th' eternal Shepherd still survives,
New comfort to impart:
His eye still guides our steps, his voice
Still animates the heart.
Through every scene of life and death
His presence is our trust;
And this shall be our children's song,
When we are cold in dust.
P. M. (8's & 7's.)
COME, O Saviour, long expected,
Born to set thy people free;
From our guilt and fear protected,
We shall find our rest in thee.
Israel's strength and consolation,
Hope of all the saints thou art;
Blest desire of ev'ry nation,
Joy of ev'ry waiting heart.
Born thy people to deliver ;
Born a child, and yet a king;
Born to reign in us for ever,
Now thy gracious kingdom bring.
By thine own eternal Spirit,
In our hearts rule thou alone;
By thine all-sufficient merit,
Raise us to thy glorious throne.
P. M. (6-7's.)
“ COME to judgment, come away!”
Hark! I hear th' archangel say,
Summoning the dead to rise-
“Haste, and lift your new-born eyes !
Hear, ye sons of Adam, hear!
Man, before thy God appear!”
“ Come to judgment, come away!”
This the last, the dreadful day !
Sov'reign Author, Judge of all,
Dust obeys the quick’ning call :
Dust no other voice will heed,
Thine the trump that wakes the dead.
« Come to judgment, come away!”
Ling’ring man no longer stay;
Thee let earth again restore,
Pris'ner in her womb po mure;
Burst the barriers of the tomb;
Rise to meet thine instant doom.
“Come to judgment, come away!”
Wide dispers’d where'er ye stray,
Lost in fire, or air, or main,
Kindred atoms meet again :
Sepulchred where'er ye are,
Same, though different form ye wear. 34.
COME, weary souls, with sin opprest,
Come, and accept the promis'd rest:
The Saviour's gracious call obey,
And cast your gloomy fears away.
Burden'd with guilt, a painful load,
O come and bow before your God !
Divine compassion, mighty love,
Will all the painful load remove.
Here mercy's boundless ocean flows,
To cleanse your guilt and heal your woes ;
Pardon, and life, and endless peace;
How rich the gift ! how free the grace !
DAUGHTER of Zion! from the dust
Exalt thy fallen head ;
Again in thy Redeemer trust,
He calls thee from the dead.
Awake, awake, put on thy strength,
Thy beautiful array ;
The day of freedom dawns at length,
The Lord's appointed day.
Rebuild thy walls, thy bounds enlarge,
And send thy heralds forth :
Say to the south, “ Give up thy charge,
“ And keep not back, O north !”
They come, they come, thine exild bands,
Where'er they rest or roam ;
They hear thy voice in distant lands,
And hasten to their home.
DEAR refuge of my weary soul,
On thee, when sorrows rise,
On thee, when waves of trouble roll,
My fainting hope relies.
To thee I tell each rising grief,
For thou alone canst heal ;
Thy word can bring a sweet relief
For every pain I feel,
Hast thou not bid me seek thy face?
And shall I seek in vain ?
And can the ear of sovereign grace
Be deaf when I complain ?
Nomstill the ear of sov’reign grace
Attends the mourner's prayer :
O! may I ever find access
To breathe my sorrows there.
P. M. (8-7's.)
DEATHLESS principle, arise ;
Soar, thou native of the skies;
Pearl of price, by Jesus bought,
To his glorious likeness wrought ;
Go to shine before his throne,
Deck his mediatorial crown:
Go, his triumphs to adorn,
Born of God-to God return.
Lo! He beckons from on high,
Fearless, to his presence fly:
Thine the merit of his blood,
Thine the righteousness of God.
Angels, joyful to attend,
Hovering round thy pillow bend,
Wait to catch the signal given,
And escort thee quick to heaven.
Shudder not to pass the stream:
Venture all thy care on him;
Him whose dying love and power
Still’d its tossing, hush'd its roar.
Safe is the expanded wave;
Gentle as a summer's eve;
Not one object of his care
Ever suffer'd shipwreck there. 38.
DISMISS us with thy blessing, Lord !
Help us to feed upon thy word :
All that has been amiss forgive,
And let thy truth within us live.
Though we are guilty, thou art good :
Wash all our works in Jesu's blood;
Give every troubled soul release ;
And bid us all depart in peace.