He came sweet influence to impart,
A gracious, willing Guest,
Where He can find one humble heart
Wherein to rest.
And His that gentle voice we hear,
That tells of sin forgiven,
That checks each fault, that calms each
And speaks of heaven.
And every virtue we possess,
And every conquest won,
And every thought of holiness,
Are His alone.
Spirit of purity and grace,
Our weakness, pitying, see;
O make our hearts Thy dwelling-place,
And meet for Thee.
Miss Harriet Auber, 1829 (died 1862).
BENEDICTION, 137. KINGSTOWN, 140.
HOWERS of blessings fall on many,
70 May not we receive them too?
Lord, we need as much as any,
And may love as others do;
May Thy Spirit
Fall on us like morning dew.
Though we are but life beginning,
We have hearts with evil filled,
Yet we may, like others sinning,
Like them too be reconciled;
God of mercy,
Save and bless each little child.
Save us through our Saviour's merits,
Making us on Him depend;
Save us by Thy Holy Spirit,
And preserve us to the end;
Trusting, loving,
Thee, our best and truest friend.
Hon. & Rev. Baptist Wriothesley Noel, M.A., 1848 (d. 1873).
MORNINGTON'S CHANT, 207. TALLIS, 119.
71 SPIRIT Divine! attend our prayer,
And make each heart Thy home;
Descend with all Thy gracious power,-
O come, Great Spirit, come!
Come as the light-to us reveal
Our emptiness and woe;
And lead us in those paths of life
Where all the righteous go.
Come as the fire, and purge our hearts,
Like sacrificial flame;
Let our whole souls an offering be
To our Redeemer's name.
Come as the dew-and sweetly bless
This consecrated hour;
mind be taught to own
Thy fertilizing power.
Come as the dove-and spread Thy wings,
The wings of peaceful love;
And let our gatherings here become
Blest as the church above.
Res. Andrew Reed, D.D., 1842 (died 1862).
IONA, 86. STRIA, 87. VIRGINIA, SS,
OD of glory, God of grace,
Hear from heaven, Thy dwelling
While our feeble voices sing
Grateful praises to our King.
While we meet at Thy command,
Asking blessings from Thy hand,
God of glory, God of grace,
Hear from heaven, Thy dwelling-place.
God our maker, Thee we praise,
Guardian of our helpless days,
Thou hast made us by Thy power,
Thou hast kept us to this hour;
Thou hast given Thy Son to die,
Sent Thy Spirit from on high.
God of glory, God of grace,
Hear from heaven, Thy dwelling-place.
God the Saviour, Thee we bless
For Thy life of righteousness;
For Thy fearful death of shame,
Infant voices bless Thy name.
Should our tongues no praises bring,
Stones would find a voice to sing.
God of glory, God of grace,
Hear from heaven, Thy dwelling-place.
God the Spirit, Thee we praise
For Thy sanctifying grace;
For the new and tender heart
Thou hast promised to impart;
For the word, inspired by Thee,
That reveals eternity.
God of glory, God of grace,
Hear from heaven, Thy dwelling-place.
Great Eternal, Three in One,
Hear, O hear us from Thy throne,
We are children of a day,
Like the flowers we pass away:
Yet Thy power can bid us rise,
To adorn a paradise;
To behold Thee face to face
In Thy heavenly dwelling-placc.
DURHAM, 71. PULCHRA, 78.
73 GLORY to the Father give,
God in whom we move and live;
Children's prayers He deigns to hear,
Children's songs delight His ear.
Glory to the Son we bring,
Christ our Prophet, Priest, and King:
Children, raise your sweetest strain
To the Lamb, for He was slain.
Glory to the Holy Ghost,
Be this day a Pentecost:
Children's minds may He inspire;
Touch their tongues with holy fire.
Glory in the highest be
To the blessed Trinity!
For the gospel from above,
For the word, that God is love.
James Montgomery (died 1854).
TOLY Father! hear my cry;
Holy Saviour! bend Thine ear;
Holy Spirit! come Thou nigh;
Father, Saviour, Spirit, hear!
Father, save me from my sin,
Saviour, I Thy mercy crave,
Gracious Spirit, make me clean;
Father, Son, and Spirit, save!
Father, let me taste Thy love,
Saviour, fill my soul with peace,
Spirit, come my heart to move;
Father, Son, and Spirit, bless!
Father, Son, and Spirit,―Thou
One Jehovah, shed abroad
All Thy grace within me now;
Be my Father and my God.
Rev. Horatius Bonar, D.D., 1843.
GILDAS, 33. SILCHESTER, 36.
HE praises of my tongue
I offer to the Lord,
That I was taught and learned so young,
To read His Holy Word.
That I am brought to know
The danger I was in;
By nature, and by practice, too,
A wretched slave to sin.
Dear Lord, this Book of Thine
Informs me where to go,
For grace to pardon all my sin,
And make me holy too.
Here I can read and learn
How Christ, the Son of God,
Did undertake our great concern:
Our ransom cost His blood.
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