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A CHOICE SELECTION

HYMNS

AND

SPIRITUAL SONGS

FOR. TILIIG USE OF
THE BAPTIST CHURCH

AND ALL LOVERS OF SONG

ELDER E. D. THOMAS

PS. 104. “I will sing unto the Lord as long as I Iive.’f

PUBLISHED BY
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Entered according to Act of Congress, August 20¢ ‘87‘1.
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The Fall. . . . .

The Scriptures . . .

The Gospel . . . .
The Holy Spirit
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Baptism . . . . .
The Church . . .
The Supper. . . .

Christian Graces .
Prayer ......
Lord’s Day. . . .

Divinity ofChrist . .
Death and Resurrection
Spiritual Songs . . .

Parting Hymns . .
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HYMNS AND SPIRITUAL SONGS.

PRAISES TO GOD.

1 L. M. Bed/0771c

1 Wait, 0 my soul, the Maker’s will,
Tumultuous passions, all be still,
Nor let a murmuring thought arise,
His ways are just, His counsels wise.

2 He in the thickest darkness dwells,
Performs His work, the cause conceals;
But the’ His methods are unknown,
Justice and. truth supports his throne.

3 In heaven and earth and air and seas,
He executes His ﬁrm decrees;
And by His saints it stands contest
That what He does is ever best.

4 Wait then, my soul, submissive wait,
Prostrate hetore His awful seat.
And, ’midst the terrors of His rod,
Trust in a Wise and gracious God.

Praises to God.
S. M. Waits.
Come, sound His praise abroad,
And hymns of glo1y sing
Jehovah 1s the sovereign OGod,
'1 he universal King.

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2 Come worship at His throne,
Come bow before the Lord;
We are His work, and not our own—
He formed us by his word.

3 To- day attend His voice,
Nor dale provoke His 10d;
Come like the people of his choice,
And own your gracious God.

8 C. M. Barlow

1 Awake my soul to sound His praise,
Awake my harp to sing.
Join al ll my poweis the song to raise,
And morning incense bring.

fr ZAmong the people of his care,
Ando through the nations round,

Glad songs of praise will I prepale.
And thoere His name resound.

E 3 Be Thou exalted, O my God,

Above the stariy fiame;

i Diﬁuse thy heavenly grace abroad,
And teach the world Thy name.

Praises to God.

4- '60 shall Thy chosen rejoice,
And throng Thy courts above,
While sinners hear thy pardoning voice
And taste redeeming love.

4,: L. M.

1 Awake my tongue, the tribute bring,
To Him who gave the power to sing,
Praise Him who is all praise above,

The source of wisdom and of love.

2 How vast His knowledge! hon profound.
A depth where all our thoughts are drowned;
The stars He numbers—and their names
He gives to all those heavenly ﬂames.

3 But in redemption, 0 what grace!

Its wonders, 0 what thought can trace!
Here wisdom shines forever bright—
Praise Him, my soul, with sweet delight.

5 C. M. Coat/pen

1 God moves in a mysterious way,
His wonders to perform.
He plants His footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.

2 Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never-failing skill,

He treasures up His bright designs

And works His sovereign will.

IO Praises to God.

3 Ye fearful saints fresh courage take,
The clouds ye so much dread
fire big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.

4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace;
Behind a frowning Providence
He hides a smiling face.

6 C . M. jurist)”.

1 Our Father God, who art in heaven,
All hallowed be Thy name;
Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done,
In heaven and earth the same.

2 Give us this day our daily bread,
And as we those forgive,
W'ho sin against us, so may we
Forgiving grace receive.

3 Into temptation lead us not;
From evils set us free;
And thine the kingdom, thine the power
And glory, ever be.

'7 _ C. M. Waits.

1 Let others boast how strong they be,
Nor death nor danger fear;
But we’ll confess, O Lord, to Thee,
What feeble things we are.

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2 Fresh as the grass our bodies stand,
And ﬂourish bright and gay;
A blasting wind sweeps o’er the land,
And fades the grass away.

3 Our life contains a thousand springs,
And dies if one be gone;
Strange that a harp of thousand strings
Should keep in tune so long.

4 But ’tis our God supports our frame—
The God that built us ﬁrst;
Sal ’ation to the Almighty name,
That rear’d us from the dust.

5 \Vhile we have breath, or use our tongues
()ur Maker we’ll adore.
His spirit moves our heaving lungs,
Or they would breathe no more.

8 C. M. lVaits.

1 Great God, how inﬁnite art Thou;
What worthless worms are we;
Let the whole race of creatures bow,
And pay their praise to Thee.

2 Thy throne eternal ages stood,
Ere seas or stars were made;
Thou art the ever-living God,
\Vere all the nations dead.

12 Praises to God.

3 Nature and time quite naked lie,
To Thine immense survey;
‘From the formation of the skies
To the great burning day.

1: Eternity, with all its years,
Stands present in Thy View;
To Thee there’s nothing old appears--
Great God, there’s nothing new.

5 Our lives through various scenes are draWn.
And vexed with triﬂing cares,
While Thine eternal thoughts move on.
Thine undisturbed affairs.

6 Great God, how inﬁnite art Thou;
What worthless worms are we;
Let the whole race of creatures bow
And pay their praise to Thee.

'9 S. M.
1 My God, my life, my love,
To Thee, to Thee I call;
I can not live if Thou remove,
For Thou art all in all.

2 The smilings of Thy face
How amiable they are;
’Tis heaven to rest in Thy embrace,
And no Where else but there.

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3 To Thee, and Thee alone,
The angels owe their bliss;
They sit around Thy gracious throne,
And dwell Where Jesus is.

4 Nor earth nor all the skies
Can one delight afford;
No, not a drop of real joy,
Without Thy presence, Lord.

5 Thou art the sea of love,
Where all my pleasures roll,
The circle Where my passions move,
And center of my soul.

6 To Thee my spirits ﬂy,
With inﬁnite desire,
And yet how far from Thee I lie.
Dear Jesus, raise me higher.

10 C. M. IVqlts._l

1 My God, my portion and my love,
My everlasting All,
I’ve none but Thee in heaven above,
Or on this earthly ball.

2 What empty things are all the skies,
And this inferior clodl
There’s nothing here deserves my joy,
There’s nothing like my God.

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3 To Thee we owe our wealth and friends,
And health and safe abode;
Thanks to Thy name for meaner things,
But they are not my God. -

4 How vain a toy is glittering wealth,
If once compared to Thee;
Or What’s my safety or my health
Or all my friends to me?
5 Were I possessor of the earth,
And called the stars my own,
Without Thy graces and Thyself
I were a wretch undone.
6 Let others stretch their arms like seas,
And grasp in all the shore;
Grant me the visits of Thy face,
And I desire no more.

THE FALL.

11 C. M. Watls

1 Blessed with the joys of innocence,
Adam, our father, stood,
Till he dehased his soul to sense,
And ate the unlawful food.

2 Now we are born a sensual race,
To sinful joys inclin’d;
Reason has lost its native place,
And ﬂesh enslaves the mind.

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3 While ﬂesh, and sense, and passion reigns,
Sin is the sweetest good;
We fancy music in our chains,
And so forget the load.

4 Great God, renew our ruin’d frame,
Our broken powers restore,
Inspire 11s with a heavenly ﬂame,
And ﬂesh shall reign no more.

5 Eternal Spirit, write Thy law
Upon our inw 11d parts;
And let the second Adam draw
His image on our hearts.

12 C. M. lVaits.

1 I hate the tempter and his charms,
I hate his ﬁatt’ring hr >ath;
The serpent takes a thousand forms,
To cheat our souls to death.

‘2 He feeds our hopes with airy dreams,
Or kills with slavish fear,
And holds us still in wide extremes,
Presuniption 0r despair.

3 Now he persuades “how easy ’tis,
“To walk the load to heaven, "’
Anon he eswel lls our sins, and eiies,

“ They can not be fo1given.”

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4 He bids young sinners “ Yet forbear I
“To think of God or death;
For prayer and devotion are,
But melancholy breath.”

5 He tells the aged “They must die!
And ’tis too late to pray.
In vain for mercy now they cry,
For they have lost their day.”

6 Thus he supports his cruel throne
By mischief and deceit;
And drags the sons of Adam down
To darkness and the pit.

l 7 Almighty God, cut short his power,

1 Let him in darkness dwell,

' And then he’ll vex the earth no more:
Conﬁne him down to hell.

13 C. M. Wag»

1 In Adam’s loins, by sin we fell,

‘ And walk’d destruction’s road,
l Without a will or power to turn
' To happiness and God.

2 But God devised the means to bring
His banish’d children home;
And Christ fulﬁll’d the wondrous plan
By His own death alone.

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3 The spirit brings his exiles back,
As trophies of his love,
And plants within them holy fear,
No more from God to‘rove.

4 Ye saints proclaim Jehovah’s praise
And shout his honors high;
His grace shall be your lasting theme,
'When time itself shall die.

14 L. M. Warn:

1 Broad is the road that leads to death,
And thousands walk together there;
But Wisdom shows a narrow path,
With here and there a traveler.

:2 “Deny thyself and take thy cross,”
Is the Redeemer’s great command:
Nature must count her gold but dross
If she would gain the heavenly land.

4 The hypocrite who tires and faints,
And walks the ways of God no more,
Is but esteemed almost a saint,
And ﬁnds his own destruction sure.

4 Lord, let not all my hopes be vain;
Create my heart entirely new—
VVhich hypocrites could ne’er attain—~
Which false apostates never knew.

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15 C. M. Waits.
1 Sin has a thousand treacherous arts

To practice on the mind;

With ﬂattering looks she tempts our hearts,
But leaves a sting behind.

2 With names of virtue she deceives
The aged and the young,

And while the heedless wretch believes,
She makes his fetters strong.

3 She pleads for all the joys she brings,
And gives a fair pretense;

But cheats the soul of heavenly things
And chains it down to sense.

4 so on a tree. divinely fair,
Grew the forlﬁdden food;

Our mother took the poison there,
And tainted all our blood.

16 L. M. Warm~

1 Let the wild leopard of the wood
Put off the spots that nature gives,
Then may the wicked turn to God
And change their tempers and their lives

2 As well might Ethiopian slaves ,
\Vash out the darkness from their skin;
The dead as well may leave their graves
As old transgressors cease to sin.

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3 Where Vice has held its empire long,
’Twill not endure the least control;
None but a power divinely strong
Can turn the current ot the soul.

4 Great God, I own thy power divine,
That works to change this heart of mine;
1 would he form’d anew, and bless

The wonders of creating grace.

THE SCRIPTURES.

17 S. M. Beddome.
1 O, Lord! thy perfect word
Direct our steps aright;
Nor can all other books aﬁ'ord
Such proﬁt or delight.

2 Celestial light it sheds
To cheer this vale below;
To distant lands its glory spreads,
And streams of mercy ﬂow.

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a True wisdom it imparts,
Commands our hope and fear;
0, may it dwell within our hearts,

And shed its inﬂuence there.

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18 C. M. Watts.

1 How precious is the book divine,
By inspiration given!
Bright as a lamp its doctrines shine,
To guide our souls to heaven.

2 It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts
In this dark vale of tears;
Life, light and joy it still imparts,
And quells our rising fears.

3 This lamp through all the tedious nigh:
Of life shall guide our way,
Till we behold the clear bright light
Of an eternal day.

19 C. M. Cowper

1 What glory gilds the sacred page!
Majestic like the sun.
It gives a light to every age—
It gives, but borrows none.

2 The Power that gave it still supplies
The gracious light and heat;
Its truth upon the nations rise;
They rise but never set.

3 Let everlasting thanks be Thine
For such a bright display;

As makes a world of darkness shine

With beams of heavenly day.

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4 .1y soul rejoices to pursue
The steps of Him I love,
Till glory breaks upon my view
In brighter worlds above.

20 C. M . Doddrz'dge.

1 Ye little ﬂock Whom Jesus feeds,
Dismiss your anxious cares.
Look to the Shepherd of your souls
And smile away your fears.

2 Though wolves and lions prowl around,
His stall is your defense;
’Mid sands and rocks your shepherd’s voice
Calls streams and pastures thence,

3 Your Father will a kingdom give,
And give it with delight;
His feeblest child his love shall call
To triumph in His sight.

21 L. M. Watts.

1 The law commands and makes us know
What duties to our God we owe;
But’tis the gospel must reveal
\Vliere lies our strength to do His Will.

2 The law discovers guilt and sin,
And showshow vile ourhearts have been.
Only the gospel can express
Forgiving love and cleansing grace.

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3 What curses doth the law denounce
Against the man that fails but once?
But in the gospel Christ appears,
Pard’ning the guilt of numerous years.

4 My soul, no more attempt to draw
Thy life and comfort from the law.
Fly to the hope the gospel gives;
The man that trusts the promise lives.

22 c. M.
1 Lord, how secure my conscience was,
And felt no inward dread;
I was alive without the law,
And thought my sins were dead.

2 My hopes of heaven were ﬁrm and bright,
But since the precept came,
With a convincing power and light,
I ﬁnd how vile I am.

3 I’m like a helpless captive sold
Under the power of sin;
I can not do the good I would,
Nor keep my conscience clean.

4 My God, I cry with every breath
For some kind power to save;
To break the yoke of sin and death,
And thus redeem the slave.

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313 C. M. Can/150

N o strength of nature can sufﬁce
To serve the Lord aright;

And What she has she misapplies
For want of clearer light.

How long beneath the law I lay,
In bondage and distress;

[ toil’d the precept to obey,
But toil’d Without success.

Then, to abstain from outward sin
Was more than I could do;
Now, if I feel its power Within,
I feel I hate it too.

Then all my servile works were done
A righteousness to raise;

NOW, freely chosen in the Son,
I freely choose Ilis ways.

3‘ What shall I do?” was then the word;
“That I may worthier grow?”

" What shall I render to the Lord?”
Is my inquiry now.

To see the law by Christ fulﬁlled,
And hear His pardoning voice,

Changes a slave into a child,
And duty into choice.

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24: C. M . Kent.

1 When from the precepts to the cross
The humble sinner turns,
His brightest deeds he counts but dross,
And o’er his vileness mourns.

2 God, on the table of his heart.
lnscribes his love and fear;
He loves the law in every part,
But takes no refuge there.

3 Thus gospel, law, and justice, too,
Conspire to set him free:
Reﬂect, my soul, admire and View
What God hath done for thee.

25 L. M.

O, for a strong, a lasting faith,

To credit What the Almighty saith!
T’ embrace the message of His son
And call the joys of heaven our own,

Then should the earth’s old pillars shake,
And all the Wheels of nature break,
Our steady souls would fear no more
Than solid rocks when billows roar.

Our everlasting hopes arise

Above the ruinable skies,

Where the eternal Builder reigns,

And His own court His power sua’tains.

Gospel.

GOSPEL.

25 S. M.
How beauteous are their feet
Who stand 011 Zion’s hill!
\Vho bring salvation on their tongues,
And words of peace reveal.

How charming is their voice!
How sweet the tidings are!
Zion, behold thy Savior King——

He reigns and triumphs here.

' How happy are our ears
That hear this joyful sound
Which kings and prophets fear,

And sought but never found.

How blessed are our eyes
That see this heavenly light;
Prophets and kings desired it long,
But (lied without the sight.

The watchmen .join their voice,
And tuneful notes employ;
Jerusalem breaks forth in songs,

And deserts learn the joy.

The Lord makes bare his arm,
Through all the earth abroad;

Let every nation now behold
Their Savior and their God.

26 Gospel.

27 s. M.
1 Hungry and faint and poor,
Behold us, Lord, again
Assembled at Thy mercy’s door,
Thy bounty to obtain.

2 Thy word invites us nigh,
Or we must starve indeed,
For we no money have to buy,
No righteousness to plead.

3 The food our spirits want,
Thy hand alone can give;
0, hear the prayer of faith, and grant
That we may eat and live.

28 L. M.
1 Come hither, all ye weary souls,
Ye heavy laden sinners come,
I’ll give you rest from all your toils,
And raise you to my heavenly home.

2 They shall ﬁnd rest that learn of me.
I’m of a meek and lowly mind,
But passion rages like the sea,
And pride is restless as the wind.

3 Blest is the man xvnose shoulders take
My yoke, and bear it With delight;
My yoke is easy to his neck,
My grace shall make the burden light.

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4 Jesus, we come at Thy command,
With faith and hope, and humble zeal,
Resign our spirits to Thy hand,
To mould and guide us at Thy will.

29 C . M. Doddr z'dge.

1 Salvation! 0, melodious sound,
To wretched, dying men;
Salvation that from God proceeds,
And leads to God again.

2 Rescued from hell’s eternal gloom,
From ﬁends, and ﬁres, and chains;
Rais’d to a paradise of bliss,
Where love triumphant reigns.

3 But may a poor, bewildered soul,
Sinful and weak as mine,
Presume to raise a trembling eye
To blessings so divine.

4 The luster of so bright a bliss
My feeble heart o’erbears;
And unbelief almost perverts
The promise into tears.

5 My Savior God, no voice but Thine
These dying hopes can raise;
Speak Thy salvation to my soul,
And turn my prayer to praise.

Gospel.

.530 C. M.
1 Lord, when I count Thy mercies o’er,
They strike me with surprise;
Not all the sands that spread the shore,
To equal numbers rise.

2 My ﬂesh with fear and wonder stands,
The product of Thy skill;
And hourly blessings from thy hands,
Thy thoughts of love reveal.

3 These on my heart by night I keep;
How kind, how dear to me!

0, may the hour that ends my sleep,

Still ﬁnd my thoughts with Thee.

81 C . M . C. Wesley.

1 0, for a thousand tongues to sing
My dear Redeemer’s praise;
The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of His grace.

2 Jesus, the name that charms our fears,
That bids our sorrows cease,
’Tis music in the sinner’s car,
’Tis life, and health and peace.

3 He breaks the power of canceled sin,
He sets the prisoner free;

His blood can make the foulest clean—
Allis blood availed for me.

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4 He speaks, and listening to His voice,
New joy the poor receive;

The mournful, broken hearts rejoice,
The humble soul believes.

5 Hear Him ye deaf His praise ye dumb,
Your loosened tongues employ;
Ye lost, behold your Savior come,
And leap, ye lame, for joy.

32' C. M. Newton.

1 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
In a believer’s ear;
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fears.

2 It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast ;,
’Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary rest.

3 Dear name, the rock on which I buil’ ‘5.
My shield and hiding place,
My never-failing treasury, ﬁlled
With boundless stores of grace.

6 Jesus, my shepherd, husband, friend,
My prophet, priest and king,
My Lord, my life, my way, my end,
Accept the praise 1 bring. '

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88 C. M. Doddﬁ‘dge.

1 Do not I love Thee, O, my Lord?
Behold my heart and see,
And turn each cursed 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 can not move.

3 Is not Thy name melodious still
To mine attentive ear ‘3
Doth not each pulse with pleasure bound
My Savior’s voice to hear?

4 East Thou a lamb in all Thy ﬂock
1 would disdain to teed?
llast Thou a toe before whose face
I fear Thy cause to plead?

5 ‘Vould not my ardent spirit vie
\Vith angels round the throne,
To execute Thy sacred will,
And make 'l'hy glory known?

6 Would not my heart your forth its blood
In honor of Thy name,
And challenge the cold hand of death
To damp the immortal ﬂame?

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7 Thou know’st I love Thee, dearest Lord,
But 0, I long to soar
Far from the sphere of mortal joys,
And learn to love Thee more.

34: S. M. Newton.

Behold a sinner, dearest Lord,
Encouraged by Thy gracious word,
\Vould Venture near to seek that bread
By which Thy children here are ted. '

Do not the humble suit deny
Of such a guilty wretch as I,
But let me feed on crumbs, tho’ small,
WhiCh from Thy bounteous table fall.

— I am a sinner, Lord, I own,
By sin and guilt I am undone;
Yet will I wait and plead and pray,
Since none are empty sent away.

35 C. M.

1 Grace, how exceeding sweet to those
\Vho feel they sinners are!
Sunk and distress’d they taste and know
Their heaven is only there.

2 Rich grace, free grace, most sweetly calls,
Directly come who will;
Just as you are, for Christ receives
Poor, helpless sinners still.

32 Gospez.

3 ’Tis grace each day that feeds our soul
Grace keeps us inly poor,
And 0, that nothing else but grace
May rule for evermore.

35 s. M.
1 Ye messengers of Christ,
His sovereign voice obey;
Arise, and follow where He leads.
And peace attend your way.

2 The Master whom you serve
Will needful strength bestow;
Depending on His promised aid,
With sacred courage go.

3 Mountains shall sink to plains,
And hell in vain oppose;
The cause is God’s, and must prevail
In spite of all His foes.

4 Go spread a Savior’s fame,
And tell His matchless grace
To the most guilty and depraved
Of Adam s numera s race.

5 We wish you, in His name,
The most divine success;
Assured that He who sends you forth
Will your endeavs bless.

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1 Go, and the Savior’s grace proclaim
Ye messengers of God;
(i0 publish in Inimanuel’s name
Salvation through His blood.
‘2 \Vhat though your ardent track may lie
Through regions dark as death;
What though your faith and zeal to try,
Perils beset your path.
3 Yet with determined courage go,
And armed with power divine,
Your God will needful aid bestow,
And on your labors shine.

4 He who has called you to the war
Will recompense your pains;
lefore Messiah’s conquering car,
Mountains shall sink to plains.
5 Shrink not, though earth and hell oppose,
But plead your Master’s cause,
Nor doubt that e’en your mighty foes
Shall bow before His cross.

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1 Yes, we trust the day is breaking,
Joyful times are near at hand;
God, the mighty God, is speaking,
By His word in every land.
When He chooses,
Darkness ﬂies at His command.
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'2 Let us hail the joyful season,
Let us hail the rising ray;
When the Lord appears there’s reason
To expect a glorious day.
At His presence
Gloom and darkness ﬂy away.

3 \Vhile the foe becomes more daring,
While he enters like a ﬂood,
God, the Savior is preparing
Means to spread His truth abroad.
Every language
Soon shall tell the love of God.

4 O, ’tis pleasant, ’tis reviving
To our hearts, to hear each day
Joyful news from far arriving,
HOW the gospel Wings its way,
Those enlightening
Who in death and darkness lay.

5 God of Jacob, high and glorious,
Let Thy people see Thy hand;
Let Thy gospel be victorious,
Through the world in every land.
And the idols
Perish, Lord, at Thy command.

The Holy Spirit 35

THE HOLY SPIRIT.
39 C. M. Watts.
1 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all thy quickening powers,
Kindle a ﬂame of sacred love
In these cold hearts of ours.

See how we grovel here below,
Fond of these triﬂing toys,
Our souls can neither ﬂy nor g0

To reach eternal joys.

In vain we tune our formal songs,
In vain we strive to rise;
IIosannas languish on our tongues,

And our devotion dies.

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,

‘Vith all thy quickening powers,

Come shed abroad a Savior’s love,
And that shall kindle ours.

4:0 1c. M. Watts.
1 Why should the children of a King
Go mourning all their days?
Great comforter, descend and bring
Some tokens of Thy grace.

36 Tile Holy Spirit.

2 Dost Thou not dwell in all the saints,
And seal the heirs of heaven?
When Wilt Thou banish my complaints
And show my sins forgiven?

3 Assure my conscience of her part
In the Redeemer’s blood,
And bear Thy witness with my heart
That I am born of God.

4 Thou art the earnest of His love,
The pledge of joys to come ,
And thy soft wings, celestial dove,
Will safe convey me home.

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1 Come, Holy Spirit, come,
\Vith energy divine,
And on this poor benighted soul
\Vith beams of mercy shine.

2 From the celestial hills,
Life, light and joy dispense,
And may 1 daily, hourly feel
Thy quickening inﬂuence.

3 Melt, melt this frozen heart,
This stubborn will subdue,
Each evil passion overcome,
My inward powers renew.

T/ze Holy Spirit.

4 Mine Will the proﬁt be,
But Thine shall be the praise,
And unto Thee I will devote
The remnant of my days.

42 s. M.
* Come, gracious Spirit, now,
Let thy bright beams arlse;
Dispel the sorrow from our mind
The darkness from our eyes.

Convince us of our sin,
Then lead to Jesus’ blood,
And to our wondering eyes reveal
The secret love of God.
Revive our drooping faith,
Our doubts and fears remove,
And kindle in our hearts the ﬂame
Of never-dying love.

’Tis Thine to cleanse the heart,
To sanctify the soul,

To pour fresh life in every part
And new create the Whole.

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'. 1 How helpless guilty nature lies,

‘ Uncov scious of its load;

The heart unchanged can never rise

To happiness and God.

The Holy Sﬁz‘rz’z‘.

2 Can aught beneath a power divine
The stubborn will subdue?
’Tis Thine, Eternal Spirit, Thine,
To form the heart anew.

3 ’Tis Thine the passions to recall,
And bid them upward rise;
And make the scales of error fall
From reason’s darkened eyes.

4 To chase the shades of death away
And bid the sinner live,
A beam of heaven, a vital ray,
’Tis Thine alone to give.

5 0 change these wretched hearts of ours,
And give them life divine;

Then shall our passions and our powers,
Almighty Lord, be Thine.

44 c. M. Cowper.

1 O, for a closer walk with God,
A calm and heavenly frame;
A light to shine upon the road,
That leads me to the Lamb.

2 Where is the blessedness I knew
When ﬁrst I saw the Lord?
Where is the soul-refreshing view
()f Jesus and His word?

2 ‘Jze Holy sz'rz'z‘.

3 What peaceful hours I then enjoyed;
How sweet their memory still;
But now I ﬁnd an aching void,
The world can never ﬁll.

4 Return, 0 Holy Dove, return;
Sweet messenger of rest,
I hate the sins that cause my mourn,
And so disturb my rest.

5 The dearest idol I have known,
\Vhate’er that idol be,
0 come and tear it from Thy throne;
I’ll worship only Thee.

6 So shall my walk be close with God;
Calm and serene my frame;
So purer light shall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb.

4:5 C. M. Hart.

1 Once more we come before our God,
Once more His blessing ask;
0, may not duty seem a load,
Nor worship prove a task.

2 Father, Thy quickening spirit send
From heaven, in Jesus’ name,
To make our Waiting minds attend,
And put our souls in frame.

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3 May we receive the word we hear
Each in an honest heart;
Hoard up the precious treasure there,
And never with it part.

4 To seek Thee, all our hearts dispose;
To each Thy blessings suit;
And let the seed Thy servant sows
Produce a copious fruit.

5 Bid the refreshing North Wind, wake;
Say to the South wind, blow;
Let every plant the power partake,
And all the garden grow.

'6 Revive the parch’d with heavenly show‘ra
The cold with warmth divine;
And as the beneﬁt is ours,
Be all the glory Thine.

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1 In Christ, the Rock, let those Who dwell,
Prepare a song to raise,
For who like sinners saved from hell,
Should sing the Savior’s praise.

2 When storms and death the world infest,
And sin the nations drown,
How shall the weary sinner rest
When worlds are tumbling down?

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3 What heavenly prospects feast the eyes
When gazing from those hills;
While scenes of endless bliss arise,
And joy the bosom ﬁlls?

4 Here they can see the pearly gates
Of Zion's city fair,
Where blissful thrones and mansions wait
Their safe arrival there.

5 Then shout, ye saints whose weary feet
On this bright summit stand,
To sing the Savior’s praise ’tis meet,
You see the promised land.

6 Hither your souls shall surely rest,
The promise ﬁrm shall prove,
Till you recline on Jesus’ breast,
And chant eternal love.

4;? C. NI. Watts

1 Not all the outward forms on earth,
Nor rites that God has given,
Nor will of men, nor blood, nor birth,
Can raise a soul to heaven.

2 The sovereign will of God alone
Creates us heirs of grace;
Born in the image of his son,

A new, peculiar race.

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8 The spirit, like some heavenly wind,
Breathes on the sons of ﬂesh,
Creates anew the carnal mind,
And forms the man afresh.

4 Our quickened souls awake and rise
From their long sleep of death;

On heavenly things we ﬁx our eyes
And praise employs our breath.

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1 The blessed Spirit, like the wind,
Blows when and where he please;
How happy are the men who feel

The soul-enlivening breeze.

2 He moulds the carnal mind afresh,
Subdues the power of sin,
Transforms the heart of stone to ﬂesh,
And. plants his grace within.

3 He sheds abroad the Father’s love,
Applies redeeming blood,
Bids both our guilt and fear remove,
And brings us home to God.

4 Lord, ﬁll each dead, benighted soul
\Vith light, and life, and joy;
None can Thy mighty power control,
Or shall Thy work destroy.

T/ze Holy Spirit.

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1 Blest Comforter divine,
Let rays of heavenly love
Amid our gloom and darkness shine,
And guide our souls above.

2 Turn us, with gentle voice,
From every sinful way,
And bid the mourning saints rejoice,
Though earthly joys decay.

3 By Thine inspiring breath,
Make every cloud of care,
And e’en the gloomy vale of death,
A smile of glory wear.

4 Q, ﬁll Thou every heart
With love to all our race;
Great Comforter to us impart
The blessings of Thy grace.

50 L. M.
1 Come, Holy Spirit, calm my mind,
And ﬁt me to approach my God;
Remove each vain, each earthly thought, '
And lead me to thy blest abode.

2 Hast thou imparted to my soul
A living spark of holy ﬁre?
0, kindle now the sacred ﬂame,
And make me burn with pure desire.

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