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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,
Of dark mortality!
Or tongues of various tone;
With fervor in our own.
Is found on earth no more;
In scripture's sacred lore.
Ill demons to control;
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,
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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!
To Christ, the fountain, come! 3 Yes, whosoever will,
O let him freely come,
'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 !
But peace and truth and love
Descending from above.
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 ;
The sovereign and the head.
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The tempest, fire and smoke;
Which God on Sinai spoke; 2 But we are come to Zion's hill,
The city of our God,
And spread his love abroad. 3 Behold the innumerable host
Of angels, clothed in light!
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;
And of his grace partake. 6 In such society as this
My weary soul would rest :
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;
And light their steps surround.
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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When storms of sharp distress invade;
Behold him present with his aid. 2 Let mountains from their seats be hurled
Down to the deep, and buried there;
Our faith shall never yield to fear.
In sacred peace our souls abide,
every nation, every shore Trembles and dreads the swelling tide.
4 There is a stream, whose gentle flow
Supplies the city of our God;
And watering our divine abode.
That all our raging fear controls :
And give new strength to fainting souls. 6 Zion enjoys her Monarch's love,
Secure against a threatening hour;
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The City of God.
Zion, city of our God!
Formed thee for his own abode. 2 On the Rock of Ages founded,
What can shake thy sure repose ?
Thou mayst smile at all thy foes. 3 See ! the streams of living waters,
Springing from eternal love,
And all fear of want remove.
Ever flows their thirst to assuage ?
Never fails from age to age.