(From "The Spirit of the Psalms.") CHRIST is gone up with a joyful sound, The armies of heav'n they throng around, 2 He is gone to his glorious throne on high, And to claim the victor's crown; And captive he leads captivity, And the foe he has overthrown. 3 He is gone to pour, from the fount of love, Rich gifts on a sinful race; To prepare for the saints a place above, And to shed the Spirit's grace. 4 O bless the Lord for such mercy shewn! O bless, with our latest breath, The mighty God, in whose hands alone 1 With Seraphim pure who his throne surO praise our ascended God! Whit-Sunday. HYMN XXX. L. M. [round, SPIRIT of Mercy, Truth, and Love! 2 In every clime, by ev'ry tongue, 3 Unfailing Comfort! Heav'nly Guide! CR HYMN XXXI. 6 EIGHTS. REATOR, Spirit! by whose aid The world's foundations first were laid, Come, visit every waiting mind! Come, pour thy grace on all mankind! From sin and sorrow set us free, And make us temples worthy Thee! 2 O Holy Ghost, descend from high, Thrice Holy Fount! Thrice Holy Fire! 3 Eternal honour, endless fame, 1 Who for lost man's redemption died! O blessed Comforter, to Thee! LET ET songs of praises fill the sky! Sends down his Spirit from on high, All hail the day of Pentecost, 2 The Spirit, by His heav'nly breath, All hail the day of Pentecost, 3 Come, Holy Spirit! from above, Come, and with flames of zeal and love Be this our day of Pentecost, 10 HOLY GHOST! on this Thy day To guide us through the dreary way 2 We ask not, Lord, the cloven flame, 3 We mourn not that prophetic skill 4 No heav'nly harpings soothe our ear, Yet hope to feel Thy comfort near, 1 OUR UR blest Redeemer, ere He breath'd A Guide, a Comforter, bequeath'd, 2 He came, in semblance of a dove, 3 He came, sweet influence to impart, And whisp'ring peace, each humble heart 4 And His that gentle voice we hear, That checks each thought, that calms each 5 And ev'ry virtue we possess, 6 Spirit of purity and grace, [fear, O make our hearts Thy dwelling-place, 1 HOLY, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty ! Early in the morning our song shall rise to Holy, holy, holy! merciful, and mighty, [Thee; God in Three Persons, blessed Trinity! 2 Holy, holy, holy! all the saints adore Thee, Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea: Cherubim and Seraphim falling down before Thee, Which wert, and art, and evermore shalt be! 3 Holy, holy, holy! tho' the darkness hide Thee, Tho' the eye of sinful man Thy glory may not see, Only Thou art holy; there is none beside Thee Perfect in power, in love, and purity. 4 Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty! Holy, holy, holy! merciful, and mighty! HYMN XXXVI. L. M. 1 ALMIGHTY Father! who didst give |