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C. M. Bp. HEBER. For the day of Pentecost, or Whitsunday. 1 SPIRIT of truth ! on this thy day

To thee for help we cry,
To guide us through the dreary way

Of dark mortality!
2 We ask not, Lord, thy cloven flame,

Or tongues of various tone;
But long thy praises to proclaim

With fervor in our own.
3 We mourn not that prophetic skill

Is found on earth no more;
Enough for us to trace thy will

In scripture's sacred lore.
4 We neither have nor seek the power

Ill demons to control;
But thou in dark temptation's hour

Shalt chase them from the soul.

5 No heavenly harpings soothe our ear,

No mystic dreams we share; Yet hope to feel thy comfort near,

And bless thee in our prayer. 6 When tongues shall cease, and power decay,

And knowledge empty prove,
Do thou thy trembling servants stay
With faith, and hope, and love!

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Gospel Invitations. 1 The Spirit, in our hearts,

Is whispering, "Sinner, come; The bride, the church of Christ, proclaims

To all his children, "come!2 Let him that heareth say

To all about him, come!
Let him that thirsts for righteousness,

To Christ, the fountain, come! 3 Yes, whosoever will,

O let him freely come,
And freely drink the stream of life ;

'Tis Jesus bids him come. 4 Lo! Jesus, who invites,

Declares, "I quickly come:" Lord, even so ! I wait' thine hour;

Jesus, my Saviour, come !

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WATTS.
Sinai and Zion.
1 The law by Moses came:

But peace and truth and love
Were brought by Christ, a nobler name,

Descending from above.
2 Amidst the house of God

Their different works were done; Moses a faithful servant stood,

But Christ a faithful Son.

3 Then to his new commands

Be strict obedience paid ;
O'er all his Father's house he stands

The sovereign and the head.

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WATTS.
Moses and Christ
1 Not to the terrors of the Lord,

The tempest, fire and smoke;
Not to the thunder of that word

Which God on Sinai spoke; 2 But we are come to Zion's hill,

The city of our God,
Where milder words declare his will,

And spread his love abroad. 3 Behold the innumerable host

Of angels, clothed in light!
Behold the spirits of the just,

Whose faith is turned to sight ! 4 Behold the blest assembly there,

Whose names are writ in heaven; And God, the Judge of all, declares

Their sins to be forgiven. 5 The saints on earth, and all the dead,

But one communion make;
All join in Christ, their living Heid,

And of his grace partake. 6 In such society as this

My weary soul would rest :
The man that dwells where Jesus is,

Must be forever blest.

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WATTS. A blessed Gospel. Ps. 89. 1 Blest are the souls that hear and know

The gospel's joyful sound;
Peace shall attend the paths they go,

And light their steps surround.
2 Their joy shall bear their spirits up,

Through their Redeemer's name; His righteousness exalts their hope,

Nor dares the world condemn.

3 The Lord, our glory and defence,

Strength and salvation gives : Israel, thy King forever reigns,

Thy God forever lives.

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WATTS.
The Church's Safety and Triumph. Ps. 46.
1 God is the refuge of his saints,

When storms of sharp distress invade;
Ere we can offer our complaints,

Behold him present with his aid. 2 Let mountains from their seats be hurled

Down to the deep, and buried there;
Convulsions shake the solid world,

Our faith shall never yield to fear.
3 Loud may the troubled ocean roar;

In sacred peace our souls abide,
While

every nation, every shore Trembles and dreads the swelling tide.

4 There is a stream, whose gentle flow

Supplies the city of our God;
Life, love, and joy still gliding through,

And watering our divine abode.
5 That sacred stream, thine holy word.

That all our raging fear controls :
Sweet peace thy promises afford,

And give new strength to fainting souls. 6 Zion enjoys her Monarch's love,

Secure against a threatening hour;
Nor can her firm foundations inove,
Built on his truth, and armed with power.

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The City of God.
1 Glorious things of thee are spoken,

Zion, city of our God!
He whose word cannot be broken,

Formed thee for his own abode. 2 On the Rock of Ages founded,

What can shake thy sure repose ?
With salvation's walls surrounded,

Thou mayst smile at all thy foes. 3 See ! the streams of living waters,

Springing from eternal love,
Well supply thy sons and daughters,

And all fear of want remove.
4 Who can faint while such a river

Ever flows their thirst to assuage ?
Grace, which, like the Lord the Giver,

Never fails from age to age.

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