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From dark temptation's power,
-Thus humbly taught to pray
Hymn 111. 1 COME holy Spirit, heav?nly Dove,
u With all thy quick’ning pow'rs ; Kindle a flame of sacred love
In these cold hearts of ours. 2 Look how we grovel here below,
Fond of these trifling toys; Our souls can neither fly nor go,
To reach eternal joys. 3 In vain we tune our formal songs,
In vain we strive to rise ; Hosannas languish on our tongues,
And our devotion dies."
At this poor dying rate;
And thine to us so great ?
The King's his sand see and prayujah!
5 Come, holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove,
With all thy quick’ning pow'rs; Come shed abroad a Saviour's love, And that shall kindle ours.
"Hymn 112. 1 W ELCOME sweet day of rest,
That saw the Lord arise ; Welcome to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes.
Praise ye the Lord. Hallelujah! 2 The King himself comes near,
And feasts his saints to day ; Here we may sit and see him here, And love, and praise, and pray.
Praise ye the Lord. Hallelujah! 3 One day amidst the place,
Where our dear Lord hath been, Is sweeter than ten thousand days, Of pleasureable sin.
Praise ye the Lord. Hallelujah! 4 My willing soul would stay
In such a frame as this ;:
* HYMN 113.
Of thy salvation, Lord !
Yet still how weak our faith is found,
How slow to learn thy word !
Yet hear almost in vain;
Our languid powers retain.
How negligent our fear ;
How few affections there!
To give thy word success;
And deep its truths impress.
That leads to joys on high ;
And love shall never die.
Hymn 114. 1 H EAR, Lord, the song of praise and prayer,
In heaven thy dwelling-place, From children made the public care,
And taught to seek thy face. 2 Thanks for thy word, and for thy day!
And grant us, we implore, Never to waste, in sinful play,
Thy holy sabbaths more.
3 Thanks that we hear: but oh! imparti
To each desires sincere,
And learn as well as hear.
Beneath thy gracious sway, Who canst the wisest wiser make,
And babes as wise as they.
A sun that ne'er declines;
Hymn 115. 1 CREAT God! this sacred day of thine
u Demands the soul's collected powers :: Gladly may we to Thee resign wir
These solemn, consecrated hours; .
Where God resides, disturb no more :
Can every secret thought explore : Oh! may thy grace our bosoms move, And fix our thoughts on things above. 3 Thy Spirit's powerful aid impart, in
And bid thy word, with life divine, Engage the ear and warm the heart ;
Then shall the day indeed be thine; Then shall our souls, adoring own, Tlie grace, that calls us to thy throne.
HYMN 116. 1 QLORIOUS things of Thee are spoken,
a Zion, City of our God ! He, whose word can ne'er be broken,
Form'd thee for his own abode : On the rock of ages founded,
What can shake thy sure repose ? With salvation's walls surrounded,
'Thou art safe from all thy foes.
Springing from eternal love,
Anil all dread of want remove:
Freely pours, their thirst t'assuage, Blessings which, like God, the Giver,
Never fail from age to age. 3 Saviour ! if in Zion's city
T'hou record our worthless name, Let the world deride or pity,
We may well endure the shame; Fading is the sinner's pleasure,
All his boasted pomp and shew : Solid joy and lasting treasure,
None but Zion's children know.