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5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all Thy quick'ning powers;
Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love,
And that shall kindle ours.

Renewing the Covenant.

COM

[By CHARLES WESLEY.]

NOME, let us use the grace divine,
And all, with one accord,

In a perpetual cov'nant join

Ourselves to Christ the Lord;

C. M.

2 Give up ourselves, through Jesus' power,
His Name to glorify;

And promise, in this sacred hour,
For God to live and die.

3 The cov'nant we this moment make
Be ever kept in mind;

We will no more our God forsake,
Or cast His words behind.

4 We never will throw off His fear,
Who hears our solemn vow;
And if thou art well pleased to hear,
Come down, and meet us now.

5 Thee, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
Let all our hearts receive;
Present with the celestial host,
The peaceful answer give.

6 To each the cov'nant blood apply,
Which takes our sins away;

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And register our names on high,
And keep us to that day.

COME

Wrestling Jacob.

[By CHARLES WESLEY.]

P. M.

YOME, O thou Traveler unknown,
Whom still I hold, but cannot see;

My company before is gone,

And I am left alone with Thee:
With Thee all night I mean to stay,
And wrestle till the break of day.

2 I need not tell Thee who I am;
My sin and misery declare ;
Thyself hast call'd me by my name;

Look on Thy hands, and read it there:
But who, I ask Thee, who art Thou?
Tell me Thy name, and tell me now.
3 In vain Thou strugglest to be free;
I never will unloose my hold!
Art Thou the Man that died for me?
The secret of Thy love unfold:
Till I Thy name and nature know,
Wrestling, I will not let Thee go.
4 Yield to me now, for I am weak,
But confident in self-despair;
Speak to my heart, in blessings speak,
Be conquer'd by my instant prayer :
Speak, or Thou never hence shall move,
And tell me if Thy name is Love.

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5 'Tis Love! 'tis Love! Thou diedst for me!
I hear Thy whisper in my heart!
The morning breaks, the shadows flee,
Pure, universal Love Thou art;
In vain I have not wept nor strove;
Thy nature and Thy name is Love.

[The national British song of " God Save the King," appeared first in the "Gentlemen's Magazine" in 1745. About nineteen years afterwards appeared this hymn to the same tune, in a collection by Rev. Spencer Madan, but there is no evidence that he was the author.]

COME

NOME, Thou Almighty King,
Help us Thy Name to sing
Help us to praise :

Father all glorious,

O'er all victorious,

Come, and reign over us,
Ancient of days.

2 Jesus, our Lord, arise,
Scatter our enemies,

And make them fall;

Let Thine almighty aid
Our sure defense be made;
Our souls on Thee be stay'd;
Lord, hear our call.

3 Come, Thou incarnate Word,
Gird on Thy mighty sword,
Our prayer attend ;

Come, and Thy people bless,

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And give Thy word success:
Spirit of holiness,

On us descend.

4 Come, Holy Comforter,
Thy sacred witness bear
In this glad hour:

Thou who Almighty art,
Now rule in every heart,
And ne'er from us depart,
Spirit of power.

5 To the great One and Three
Eternal praises be

Hence, evermore.

His sovereign majesty
May we in glory see,
And to eternity

Love and adore.

"Come, Thou Fount."

P. M.

[By Rev. ROBERT ROBINSON, an eccentric English Independent, once a follower of Whitefield. This favorite hymn was written in early life. He afterwards became irreligious. One day, while travelling in a stage-coach, a lady, not knowing who he was, called his attention to this hymn in a book she was reading. He endeavored to change the conversation. When she reverted to the subject, he burst into tears and said, “Madam, I am the unhappy man that wrote that hymn; and I would give a thousand worlds to enjoy the feelings I then had."]

NOME, Thou Fount of every blessing,

COME

Tune my heart to sing Thy grace:

Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above:

Praise the mount

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- I'm fixed upon it;

Mount of Thy redeeming love!
2 Here I'll raise mine Ebenezer ;
Hither by Thy help I'm come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wand'ring from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood.
3 O! to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wand'ring heart to Thee:
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it

Prone to leave the God I love ;
Here's my heart, O take and seal it;
Seal it for Thy courts above.

"Thou knowest that I love Thee." C. M.

[By Dr. DODDRIDGE. Suggested by John xxi. 15-17.]

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O not I love Thee, O my Lord?
Behold my heart and see;

And turn the dearest idol out
That dares to rival Thee.

2 Do not I love Thee from my soul?
Then let me nothing love:
Dead be my heart to every joy

When Jesus cannot move.