4 Through all our life be ever near,
Spirit of God's most holy fear,

In our heart's inmost shrine:
Our souls with awful reverence fill
To worship His most holy will,
All-righteous and divine.

355 L. M.

5 So lead, us, Lord, through peace or
Onward to everlasting life, [strife,

To win our high reward:
So may we fight our lifelong fight,
Strong in Thine own unearthly might,
And reign with Christ, our Lord.
Anon., ca. 1860
German, 1524

Come, Holy Ghost, Cre- a - tor blest, Vouchsafe within our souls to rest;

Ce

Come with Thy grace and heavenly aid, And fill the hearts which Thou hast made.

2 To Thee, the Comforter, we cry
To Thee, the gift of God most high,
The fount of life, the fire of love,
The souls' anointing from above.

3 The sevenfold gifts of grace are Thine,
O finger of the hand divine;

True promise of the Father Thou,
Who dost the tongue with speech endow.

4 Thy light to every thought impart,
And shed Thy love in every heart;
The weakness of our mortal state
With deathless might invigorate.

5 Drive far away our wily foe,
And Thine abiding peace bestow;
If Thou be our preventing guide,
No evil can our steps betide.

6 Make Thou to us the Father known;
Teach us th' eternal Son to own,
And Thee, whose name we ever bless,
Of both the Spirit, to confess.

7 Praise we the Father and the Son,
And Holy Spirit, Three in One:
And may the Son on us bestow
The gifts that from the Spirit flow.

Rabanus Maurus, d. 836

par don For all who hum-bly seek Thy face.

2 With whispered accusation

Our conscience tells of sinning

In thought, and word, and deed;

Thine is our restoration,

The work of grace beginning

For souls from every burden freed.

3 For who, if Thou reject us,

Shall raise the fainting spirit?

"Tis Thine alone to spare:

If Thou to life elect us,

With cleanséd hearts to near it,

Shall be our task, our lowly prayer.

4 O Trinity most glorious,

Thy pardon free bestowing,

Defend us evermore;

That in Thy courts victorious,
Thy love more truly knowing,

We may with all Thy saints adore.

Anon., (Latin, 11th Century)

Be-fore the throne my Surety stands, My name is writ-ten on

His hands.

2 He ever lives above,
For me to intercede;

His all redeeming love,

His precious blood to plead;
His blood atoned for all our race,
And sprinkles now the throne of grace.

3 Five bleeding wounds He bears,
Received on Calvary;

They pour effectual prayers,

They strongly speak for me;
Forgive him, O forgive, the cry,
Nor let that ransomed sinner die!

4 The Father hears Him pray,
His dear anoninted One;

He cannot turn away

The presence of His Son;

His Spirit answers to the blood,

And tells me I am born of God.

5 My God is reconciled,

His pardoning voice I hear:
He owns me for His child,

I can no longer fear;

With confidence I now draw nigh,
And "Father, Abba, Father!" cry.

C. Wesley, 1742

For where is there a God, such, Lord, as Thou?

2 Yes, draw me to the Son, O Father,
That so the Son may draw me up to Thee.
Let every power within me gather,

To own Thy sway, O Spirit-rule in me,
That so the peace of God may in me dwell,
And I may sing for joy and praise Thee well.
3 Grant me Thy Spirit; then my praises

Will sound aright, no jarring tone or word;
Sweet are the songs the heart then raises,
Then I can pray in truth and spirit, Lord;
Thy Spirit bears mine up on eagles' wing,
To join the psalms the heavenly choirs now sing.
4 For He can plead for me with sighings

That are unutterable to lips like mine;

He bids me pray with earnest cryings,

Bears witness with my soul that I am Thine,
Co-heir with Christ, and thus may dare to say,
O Abba, Father, hear me when I pray.

5 When thus Thy Spirit in me burneth,

And makes this cry to break from out my heart,.
Thy heart, O Father, toward me yearneth,

And longs all precious blessings to impart;

Thy ready love rejoiceth to fulfill

The prayer breathed out according to Thy will.

6 And what Thy Spirit thus hath taught me

To seek from Thee, must needs be such a prayer
As Thou wilt grant, through Him who bought me,
And raised me up to be Thy child and heir;

In Jesus' name I fearless seek Thy face,
And take from Thee, my Father, grace for grace.

7 O joy, our hope and trust are founded

On His sure word and witness in the heart;

I know Thy mercies are unbounded,

And all good gifts Thou freely wilt impart,
Nay, more is lavished by Thy bounteous hand
Than we can ask or seek or understand.

8 O joy! In His name we draw near Thee,
Who ever pleadeth for the sons of men;

I ask in faith and Thou wilt hear me,
In Him Thy promises are all Amen.

O joy for me! and praise be ever Thine,

Whose wondrous love has made such blessings mine!