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F. H. HEDGE.
Fill us with thy glorious power,
Rooting out the seeds of sin.
We will covet nothing less;
Be thou all our heart's desire,
Be our heaven, in holiness! 2 Holy and creative Light!
5 We invoke thy kindling ray;
Love to the Saviour. Dawn upon our spirits' night;
1 HARK, my soul, it is the Lord; Turn our darkness into day.
'Tis thy Saviour,-hear his word, 3 To the anxious soul impart
Jesus speaks, he speaks to thee : Hope all other hopes above;
Say, poor wanderer, lov'st thou me? Stir the dull and hardened heart
2 Lord, it is my chief complaint With a longing and a love.
love is still so faint, 4 Work in all, in all renew,
Yet I love thee and adore :
O for grace to love thee more!
6 All our hearts to thee incline.
1 FATHER, at thy footstool see Seeking God.
Those who now are one in thee: 1 LIGHT of life, seraphic fire;
Draw us by thy grace alone;
Give, 0 give us to thy Son.
2 Jesus, friend of human kind,
Let us in thy name be joined; 2 Every mournful sinner cheer,
Each to each unite and bless;
Keep us still in perfect peace.
3 Heavenly, all-alluring Dove,
Shed thy overshadowing love; 3 Come, in this accepted hour,
Love, the sealing grace, impart; Bring thy heavenly kingdom in; Dwell within our single heart.
H. WARE, JR.
3 Here then, my God, be pleased to stay, The Divine Spirit.
And bid my heart rejoice;
My bounding heart shall own thy sway, 1 SPIRIT divine! attend our prayer,
And echo to thy voice.
Invoking God's Aid. 2 Come as the light; to waiting minds 1 FATHER in heaven, to thee my heart That long the truth to know,
Would lift itself in prayer; Reveal the narrow path of right, Drive from my soul each earthly tho't, The way of duty show.
And show thy presence there. 3 Come as the fire; enkindle now 2 Each moment of my life renews The sacrificial flame,
The mercies of my Lord, Till our whole souls an offering be, Each moment is itself a gift In love's redeeming name.
To bear me on to God. 4 Come as the dew; on hearts that pine 3 O, help me break the galling chains Descend in this still hour,
This world round me has thrown, Till every barren place shall own Each passion of my heart subdue,
With joy thy quickening power. Each darling sin disown. 5 Come as the wind, with rushing sound, 4 O Father, kindle in my breast With Pentecostal grace;
A never-dying flame And make the great salvation known, Of holy love, of
grateful trust Wide as the human race.
In thy almighty name.
C. WESLEY. 10
Aid against Sin.
Our contrite hearts inspire; Speak to our hearts, and let us feel Revive the flame of heavenly love, The kindlings of thy love.
And feed the pure desire. 2 With thee conversing, we forget
2 Subdue the power of every sin, All toil, and time, and care;
Whate'er that sin may be, Labor is rest, and pain is sweet,
That we, with humble, holy heart, If thou art present there.
May worship only thee.
Creator Spirit. 1 Tuou Power and Peace ! in whom we find 1 OH, come, Creator Spirit blest, All holiest strength, all purest love,
Within these souls of thine to rest; The rushing of the mighty wind, Come, with thy grace and heavenly aid, The brooding of the
gentle dove,- To fill the hearts which thou hast made. 2 Forever lend thy sovereign aid, 2 Come, Holy Spirit! now descend;
And urge us on, and keep us thine; Most blessed gift which God can send; Nor leave the hearts which thou hast Thou Fire of Love, and Fount of Life!
Fit temples of thy grace divine. [made Consume our sins, and calm our strife. 3 Nor let us quench thy saving light; 3 With patience firm and purpose high,
But still with softest breathings stir The weakness of our flesh supply;
And make our hearts o’erflow with love. 12
14 Sabbath Morning.
Pleasure of God's Service. 1 ANOTHER six days' work is done, 1 SWEET is the work, my God, my King, Another Sabbath is begun:
To praise thy name, give thanks, and Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest, To show thy love by morning light, [sing;
Improve the day which God hath blest. And talk of all thy truth at night. 2 O that our tho’ts and thanks may rise, 12 Sweet is the day of sacred rest;
As grateful incense, to the skies, [pose, No mortal care shall seize my breast;
Which none but he that feels it knows! Like David's harp of solemn sound! 3 This heavenly calm within the breast 3 My heart shall triumph in my Lord,
Is the dear pledge of glorious rest, And bless his works, and bless his word;
The end of cares, the end of pains. How deep thy counsels ! how divine ! 4 In holy duties let the day
4 Lord, I shall share a glorious part, In holy pleasures-pass away:
When grace hath well
refined my heart, How sweet, a Sabbath thus to spend, And fresh supplies of joy are shed, In hope of one that ne'er shall end ! Like holy oil to cheer my head.
14 O God! our King, whose sovereign sway Invoking a Blessing.
The glorious hosts of heaven obey,
Thy willing servants may we be, 1 LORD! when thy people seek thy face,
For blest are they who trust in thee. And dying sinners pray to live, Hear thou in heaven, thy dwelling-place, 17
And, when thou hearest, О forgive! “Speak, Lord, for thy Servant heareth.” 2 Hear, when thy messengers proclaim 1 WHILE thus thy throne of grace weseek,
The blessed Gospel of thy Son, O God, within our spirits speak! Still, by the power of his great name, For we will hear thy voice to-day,
Be mighty signs and wonders done. Nor turn our hardened hearts away. 3 But will indeed Jehovah deign 2 Speak in thy gentlest tones of love,
Here to abide, no transient guest ? Till all our best affections move; Here will the world's Redeemer reign, We long to hear no meaner call,
And here the Holy Spirit rest? But feel that thou art all in all. 4 That glory never hence depart! 3 To conscience speak thy quickening word,
Yet choose not, Lord, this house alone; Till all its sense of sin is stirred : Thy kingdom come to every heart, For we would leave no stain of guile,
In cvery bosom fix thy throne. To cloud the radiance of thy smile. 16
WATTS. 4 Speak, Father, to the anxious heart, How amiable are thy Tabernacles, O Lord of Hosts.
Till every fear and doubt depart:
For we can find no home or rest, 1 GREAT God! attend, while Zion sings, The joy that from thy presence springs;
Till with thy Spirit's whispers blest. To spend one day with thee, on earth,'|18
BISHOP KENN. Exceeds a thousand days of mirth.
Morning Worship. 2 Might I enjoy the meanest place 1 AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun
Within thy house, O God of grace, Thy daily stage of duty run;
Should tempt my feet to leave thy door. To pay thy morning sacrifice.
God is our shield,-he guards our way; Scatter my sins as morning dew;
4 Then shall the day indeed be blest, MRS. FOLLEN.
And send its hallowing power,
Its sacred calm and inward rest,
Through many a busy hour.
A Sabbath Morning. 2 How sweet to be allowed to pray 1 How sweet, how calm this Sabbath morn! Our sins may be forgiven!
How pure the air that breathes, With filial love and trust to say, And soft the sounds upon it borne, “Father, who art in heaven!"
And light its vapor wreaths! 3 How sweet the words of peace to hear, 2 It seems as if the Christian's prayer, From him to whom 't is given
For peace and joy and love, To wake the penitential tear,
Were answered by the very
air And lead the way to heaven!
That wafts its strain above. 4 And if, to make our sins depart, 3 Let each unholy passion cease, In vain the will has striven,
Each evil thought be crushed, He who regards the inmost heart Each anxious care that mars thy peace
Will send his grace from heaven. In faith and love be hushed. 20 The Day of Prayer and Rest.
Friends of God. 1 EARTH's busy sounds and ceaseless din 1 UNITE, my rising thoughts, unite Wake not this morning air!
In silence soft and sweet; A holy calm should welcome in And thou, my soul, sit gently down This solemn hour of prayer.
At thy great Soy'reign's feet. 2 Now peace, be still, unhallowed care, 2 Jehovah's gentle voice is heard, And hushed within the breast!
And gladly I attend; A holy joy shall welcome there
For lo! the everlasting God This happy day of rest.
Proclaims himself my friend. 3 Each better thought the spirit knows, 3 By all its joys, I charge my heart, This hour, the spirit fill!
To grieve his love no more; And thou, from whom its being flows, But, charmed by melody divine, O, teach it all thy will!
To give its follies o'er.