205

MATTHEW BRIDGES.

GEORGE J. ELVEY.

207

THOMAS HASTINGS.

2 Look-how we grovel here below,
Fond of these earthly toys;
Our souls, how heavily they go,
To reach eternal joys.

3 In vain we tune our formal songs,
In vain we strive to rise;
Hosannas languish on our tongues
And our devotion dies.

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1 Spirit Divine! attend our prayer,

And make our hearts Thy home;
Descend with all Thy gracious power:
Come, Holy Spirit, come!

2 Come as the light: to us reveal
Our sinfulness and woe;
And lead us in those paths of life
Where all the righteous go.

3 Come as the fire, and purge our hearts Like sacrificial flame:

Let our whole soul an offering be
To our Redeemer's name.

4 Come as the dew and sweetly bless
This consecrated hour;
Shed richly on our fruitless souls
Thy fertilizing power.

5 Come as the wind, with rushing sound, With Pentecostal grace;

And make the great salvation known
Wide as the human race.

Andrew Reed.

4 Father, and shall we ever live
At this poor dying rate,
Our love so faint, so cold to Thee,
And Thine to us so great?

5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all Thy quickening powers;
Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love,
And that shall kindle ours.
Isaac Watts.

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1 Majestic sweetness sits enthroned
Upon the Saviour's brow;
His head with radiant gloreis crowned,
His lips with grace o'erflow.

2 No mortal can with Him compare, Among the sons of men; Fairer is He than all the fair

That fill the heavenly train.

3 He saw me plunged in deep distress, And flew to my relief;

For me He bore the shameful cross,
And carried all my grief.

4 To Him I owe my life and breath,
And all the joys I have;

He makes me triumph over death,
And saves me from the grave.
Samuel Stennett.

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WILLIAM B. BRADBURY.

1. Just as I am, with-out

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2 Just as I am, and waiting not
To rid my soul of one dark blot, [spot,|
To Thee, whose blood can cleanse each
O Lamb of God, I come.

3 Just as I am, though tossed about
With many a conflict, many a doubt,
Fightings and fears, within, without,
O Lamb of God, I come.

4 Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind;
Sight, riches, healing of the mind,

Yea, all I need, in Thee to find,

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1 A broken heart, my God, my King,
Is all the sacrifice I bring:

The God of grace will ne'er despise
A broken heart for sacrifice.

2 My soul lies humbled in the dust,
And owns Thy dreadful sentence just;
Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye,
And save the soul condemned to die.

3 Then will I teach the world Thy ways;
Sinners shall learn Thy sovereign grace;
I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood,
And they shall praise a pardoning God.
4 0 may Thy love inspire my tongue!
Salvation shall be all my song;
And all my powers shall join to bless
The Lord, my Strength and Righteous-

2 Shall God invite you from above? Shall Jesus urge His dying love? Shall troubled conscience give you pain? And all these pleas unite in vain? 3 Not so your eyes will always view Those objects which you now pursue;

Not so will heaven and hell appear, When death's decisive hour is near. 4 Almighty God! Thy grace impart; Fix deep conviction on each heart: Nor let us waste on trifling cares That life which Thy compassion spares. Philip Doddridge,