1 SAVIOUR, I thy word believe,
My unbelief remove;
Now thy quickening Spirit give,
The unction from above:

Show me, Lord, how good thou art,
My soul with all thy fullness fill,
Send the witness, in my heart

The Holy Ghost reveal.

2 Dead in sin till then I lie,
Bereft of power to rise;
Till thy Spirit inwardly

Thy saving blood applies:
Now the mighty gift impart,

My sin blot out, my pardon seal:
Send the witness, in my heart
The Holy Ghost reveal.

1. BLESSED Comforter, come down,

And live and move in me;

Make my every deed thy own,

In all things led by thee;

Bid my every lust depart,

And now with me, vouchsafe to dwell; Faithful Witness, in my heart Thy perfect love reveal.

2 Let me in thy love rejoice,

Thy shrine, thy pure abode;
Tell me, by thine inward voice,
I am a child of God:
Lord, I choose the better part,
Jesus, I wait thy peace to feel;
Send the witness, in my heart
The Holy Ghost reveal.

Rom. 8:26.

1 HOLY Ghost, the Infinite!
Shine upon our nature's night
With thy blessed inward light,
Comforter Divine !

2 We are sinful cleanse us, Lord; We are faint thy strength afford; Lost, until by thee restored,

Comforter Divine!

3 Like the dew, thy peace distill; Guide, subdue our wayward will, Things of Christ unfolding still, Comforter Divine!

4 In us, for us, intercede,

7s & 5s.

And, with voiceless groanings, plead
Our unutterable need,

Comforter Divine!

5 In us "Abba, Father," cry.Earnest of our bliss on high, Seal of immortality,—

Comforter Divine !

6 Search for us the depths of God;
Bear us up the starry road,

To the height of thine abode,
Comforter Divine!

1 SHALL the vile race of flesh and blood Contend with their Creator, God? Shall mortal worms presume to be More holy, wise, or just, than he? 2 Behold! he puts his trust in none

Of all the spirits round his throne;
Their natures, when compared with his,
Are neither holy, just, nor wise.

3 But how much meaner things are they
Who spring from dust, and dwell in clay;
Touched by the finger of thy wrath,
We faint and vanish like the moth.

4 From night to day, from day to night,
We die by thousands in thy sight;
Buried in dust whole nations lie,
Like a forgotten vanity.

5 Almighty Power, to thee we bow;
How frail are we! how glorious thou
No more the sons of earth shall dare
With an eternal God compare.

3 Great God! create my heart anew,
And form my spirit pure and true;
No outward rites can make me clean,-
The leprosy lies deep within.

4 No bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast,
Nor hyssop branch, nor sprinkling priest,
Nor running brook, nor flood, nor sea,
Can wash the dismal stain away.

1 BROAD is the road that leads to death,
And thousands walk together there;
But wisdom shows a narrow path,
With here and there a traveler.

2 "Deny thyself and take thy cross,"
Is the Redeemer's great command:
Nature must count her gold but dross,
If she would gain this heavenly land.
3 The fearful soul that tires and faints,
And walks the ways of God no more,
Is but esteemed almost a saint,
And makes his own destruction sure.
4 Lord! let not all my hopes be vain :
Create my heart entirely new :
Which hypocrites could ne'er attain,
Which false apostates never knew.

1 JESUS, engrave it on my heart,
That thou the one thing needful art;
I could from all things parted be,
But never, never, Lord, from thee.
2 Needful is thy most precious blood,
To reconcile my soul to God;
Needful is thy indulgent care;
Needful thy all-prevailing prayer.

3 Needful thy presence, dearest Lord,
True peace and comfort to afford;
Needful thy promise, to impart
Fresh life and vigor to my heart.
4 Needful art thou, my guide, my stay,
Through all life's dark and weary way;
Nor less in death thou 'It needful be,
To bring my spirit home to thee.

5 Then needful still, my God, my King,
Thy name eternally I'll sing!
Glory and praise be ever his,-
The one thing needful Jesus is!

428.

1 LIKE morning, when her early breeze
Breaks up the surface of the seas,
That, in their furrows dark with night,
Her hand may sow the seeds of light,-
2 Thy grace can send its breathings o'er
The spirit dark and lost before;
And, freshening all its depths, prepare
For truth divine to enter there.

3 Till David touched his sacred lyre,
In silence lay the unbreathing wire;
But when he swept its chords along,
The angels stooped to hear the song.
4 So sleeps the soul, till thou, O Lord,
Shalt deign to touch its lifeless chord;
Till, waked by thee, its breath shall rise
In music worthy of the skies.

1 THOUGH I should seek to wash me clean, In water of the driven snow, My soul would yet its spot retain,

And sink in conscious guilt and woc.

2 The Spirit, in his power divine,

Would cast my vaunting soul to earth, Expose the foulness of its sin,

And show the vileness of its worth.

3 Ah, not like erring man is God,

That men to answer him should dare ; Condemned, and into silence awed, They helpless stand before his bar.

4 There must a Mediator plead, Who God and man may both embrace, With God for man to intercede,

And offer man the purchased grace.

5 And lo, the Son of God is slain,
To be this Mediator crowned;
In him, my soul, be cleansed from stain,
In him thy righteousness be found.

Nor will of

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1 Nor all the outward forms on earth, Nor rites that God has given,

Nor will of man, nor blood, nor birth,

Can raise a soul to heaven.

2 The sovereign will of God alone
Creates us heirs of grace;
Born in the image of his Son,
A new, peculiar race.

3 The Spirit, like some heavenly wind,

Breathes on the sons of flesh,
New-models all the carnal mind,
And forms the man afresh.

4 Our quickened souls awake and rise
From the long sleep of death;
On heavenly things we fix our eyes,
And praise employs our breath.

1 How sad our state by nature is!
Our sin-how deep it stains!
And Satan holds our captive minds
Fast in his slavish chains.

2 But there's a voice of sovereign grace,
Sounds from the sacred word:
"Ho! ye despairing sinners, come,
And trust a pardoning Lord."
3 My soul obeys th' almighty call,
And runs to this relief;

I would believe thy promise, Lord:
Oh, help my unbelief!

4 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,
On thy kind arms I fall:

Be thou my Strength and Righteousness
My Saviour and my All.

1 How helpless guilty nature lies,
Unconscious of its load!

The heart, unchanged, can never rise
To happiness and God.

2 Can aught, beneath a power divine,
The stubborn will subdue?
'Tis thine, almighty Spirit! thine,
To form the heart anew.

3 'Tis thine, the passions to recall,
And upward bid them rise;
To make the scales of error fall,
From reason's darkened eyes;—

4 To chase the shades of death away,
And bid the sinner live;

A beam of heaven, a vital ray,

'Tis thine alone to give.

5 Oh, change these wretched hearts of ours, And give them life divine;

Then shall our passions and our powers, Almighty Lord, be thine.

3 But thine illustrious sacrifice

Hath answered these demands; And peace and pardon from the skies Are offered by thy hands.

4 'Tis by thy death we live, O Lord! 'Tis on thy cross we rest: Forever be thy love adored, Thy name forever blessed.