1 COME, Holy Ghost! our souls inspire; And lighten with celestial fire. Thou the anointing Spirit art, Who dost thy sevenfold gifts impart. 2 Thy blessed unction from above Is comfort, life, and fire of love. Enable with perpetual light
The dulness of our blinded sight.
3 Anoint and cheer our soiled face
With the abundance of thy grace:
Keep far our foes, give peace at home;
Where Thou art Guide, no ill can come.
4 Teach us to know the Father, Son,
And Thee, of both,—to be but ONE:
That, thro' the ages all along,
This theme may be our endless song:
Chorus. Praise be to thy eternal merit,
O Father, Son, and Holy Spirit!
1 HOLY Ghost! whose fire celestial
Light, and life divine, imparts;
Come, and dwell in hearts terrestrial,
Heaven reveal in earthly hearts.
2 Come, and pour in blest effusion
Heavenly unction from above;
Scatt'ring wide, in rich diffusion,
Comfort, light, and fire of love.
3 Keep thy Church in holy union;
Foes remove, give peace at home.
Source of peace, and sweet communion!
Where thou dwell'st no ill can come.
4 Teach us humbly to adore thee,
While on earth we pass our days;
Thence transport our souls to glory,
Lost in wonder, love, and praise.
1 CREATOR Spirit! by whose aid
The world's foundations first were laid,
Come, visit ev'ry pious mind;
Come, pour thy joys on human kind;
From sin and sorrow set us free,
And make us temples worthy Thee.
2 Thrice Holy Fount; Thrice Holy Fire!
Our hearts with heavenly love inspire;
Come, and thy sacred unction bring,
To sanctify us while we sing.
Plenteous of grace, descend from high,
Rich in thy seven-fold energy!
3 Thou strength of His almighty hand,
Whose power does heaven and earth command;
Our frailties help, our vice control,
Subdue the senses to the soul;
And, lest our feet should go astray,
Protect and guide us in the way.
4 Chase from our minds th' infernal foe,
And peace, the fruit of love, bestow:
Make us eternal truth receive,
And practise all that we believe:
Give us Thyself, that we may see
The Father, and the Son, by Thee.
1 COME, Holy Spirit! Heav'nly Dove! With all thy quick'ning powers; Kindle a flame of sacred love
In these cold hearts of ours.
2 See how we grovel here below,
Fond of these earthly toys!
Our souls, how heavily they go
To reach eternal joys.
3 Come, Holy Spirit! Heav'nly Dove!
With all thy quick'ning powers!
Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love,
And that shall kindle ours.
1 COME, HOLY SPIRIT! Come,
Let thy bright beams arise;
Dispel the sorrow from our minds,
The darkness from our eyes.
2 Revive our drooping faith,
Our doubts and fears remove;
And kindle in our hearts the flame
Of never-dying love.
3 Convince us of our sin,
And lead to JESU's blood.
And to the eye of faith reveal
The pard'ning love of GoD.
4 'Tis thine to cleanse the heart,
To sanctify the soul,
To pour fresh life on ev'ry part,
And new create the whole.
5 Dwell therefore in our hearts,
Our minds from bondage free;
Then shall we know, and praise, and love,
The Father, Son, and Thee.
1 COME, gracious Spirit! from above,
With light and comfort, power and love;
Be Thou our guardian, Thou our guide,
O'er every thought and step preside.
2 The light of truth O still display,
That we may know and choose thy way;
The fear of God to us impart
That we from Him may ne'er depart.
3 Lead us to Christ, the living' way,
Nor let us from his pastures stray;
Lead us to God, our final rest,
In his enjoyment to be bless'd.
4 Lead us to holiness, the road
That we must take, to dwell with God;
Lead us to heaven, his seat of bliss,
Where pleasure in perfection is.
1 WHEN saints have manfully maintain'd The warfare of the Lord,
Finish'd their course, and kept the faith,
How sure is their reward!
2 God hath laid up for them in heav'n
A crown that cannot fade;
The righteous judge at that great day
Shall place it on their head.
3 Nor has the King of Grace decreed
This prize for some alone,
But all that love and long to see
Th' appearance of the Son.
4 O may the Lord preserve me safe
From every ill design,
And to his heavenly kingdom keep
This feeble soul of mine.
HYMN 239.
1 NOR eye hath seen, nor ear hath heard,
Nor sense nor reason known,
What joys the Father hath prepar'd
For those that love the Son.
2 But the good Spirit of the Lord
Reveals a heaven to come;
The beams of glory in his word
Allure and guide us home.
3 Unknown the joy that God supplies
To christians here below;
Unknown their joy beyond the skies
When they to glory go.
4 Impart to us those blessings, Lord,
By thee so freely given;
And may thy Spirit and thy word
Prepare our souls for heaven.
1 WHEN we can view our title clear,
Through Jesus, to the skies,
We bid farewell to ev'ry fear,
And dry our weeping eyes.
2 Should death against our souls engage;
Should fiery darts be hurl'd;
We smile at death, and Satan's rage,
And face a frowning world.
3 Should cares, like wildest billows, come,
And storms of sorrow fall;
May we but safely reach our home,
Our God! our heaven! our All!
4 Then shall we bathe our weary souls
On seas of heavenly rest;
Where not a wave of trouble rolls
Across the peaceful breast.
On Ascension day, 40 days after Easter, and the following Sunday, we commemorate our Saviour's exaltation, as our High Priest and King; as our Intercessor, and Forerunner; and while we hope to follow him to heaven, we pray for the Holy Spirit's presence, as our Comforter and Guide on earth.
1 HAIL! the day that saw Him rise
Glorious to His native skies!
Christ, awhile to mortals given,
Enters now the highest heaven.
2 Lo! the heaven its Lord receives!
Yet he loves the earth He leaves.
Though returning to his throne,
Still He calls mankind his own.
3 Still for us He intercedes;
His prevailing death He pleads:
Near Himself prepares our place,
Harbinger of human race.
4 Oh! though parted from our sight,
Far above yon azure height,
Grant our hearts may thither rise,
Seeking Thee above the skies!
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