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207 Ortonville, C. M.


1. Come, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove, With all Thy quick’ning pow’rs; Kindle a flame of


sa-cred love In these cold hearts of ours, In these cold hearts of ours. A-MEN.

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.
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.

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.

208 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:

209 Tune:— FEDERAL STREET. 1 Come, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove,

With light and comfort from above:
Be Thou our guardian, Thou our guide!

O’er every thought and step preside. 2 To us the light of truth display,

And make us know and choose Thy way;
Plant holy fear in every heart,

That we from God may ne'er depart. 3 Lead us to holiness—the road

That we must take to dwell with God;
Lead us to Christ, the Living Way,

Nor let us from His precepts stray. 4 Lead us to God, our final rest,

To be with Him for ever blest;
Lead us to heaven, its bliss to share-
Fulness of joy for ever there!

Simon Browne,

210 Federal Street. L. M.

1. Be-hold, a Stran-ger's at the door! He ged-tly knocks, has knocked before;


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Has wait-ed long—is wait-ing still: You treat no oth - er friend so ill. A-MEN.

2 O lovely attitude! He stands

With melting heart and laden hands: O matchless kindness! and He shows This matchless kindness to His foes.

3 But will He prove a friend indeed? He will; the very



need: The friend of sinners-yes, 't is He,


He still is waiting to receive,

And shall I dare His Spirit grieve?
4 God calling yet! I cannot stay;

My heart I yield without delay:
Vain world, farewelll from thee I part;
The voice of God hath reached my heart.

Jane Borthwick, tr.

With garments dyed on Calvary. 4 Admit Him, ere His anger burn;

His feet, departed, ne'er return;
Admit Him, or the hour's at hand
You'll at His door rejected stand.

Joseph Gregg.

1 God calling yet! shall I not hear?

Earth's pleasures shall I still hold dear?
Shall life's swift passing years all ily,

And still my soul in slumber lie? 2 God calling yet! shall I not rise?

Can I His loving voice despise,
And basely His kind care repay?

He calls me still; can I delay?
3 God calling yet! and shall He knock,

and I my heart the closer lock?

1 Haste, traveler, hastel the night comes

And many a shining hour is gone; [on,
The storm is gathering in the west,

And thou art far from home and rest. 2 O far from home thy footsteps stray;

Christ is the Life, and Christ the Way,
And Christ the Light; thy setting sun

Sinks ere thy morning is begun.
3 The rising tempest sweeps the sky;

The rains descend, the winds are high;
The waters swell, and death and fear

Beset thy path, nor refuge near.
4 Then linger not in all the plain,

Flee for thy life, the mountain gain;
Look not behind, make no delay,
O speed thee, speed thee on thy way,

William B. Collyer,

213 Come, Ye Disconsolate. 10s, 11s.


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2 Joy of the comfortless, light of the straying,

Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure;
Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying-

Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot cure.
3 Here see the Bread of Life; see waters flowing

Forth from the throne of God, pure from above;
Come to the feast of love; come, ever knowing
Earth has no sorrow but heaven can remove.

Thomas Moore. 214 Bera. L. M.


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1. Why will ye waste on tri - Aling cares That life which God's compassion spares?

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While, in the va-rious range of tho’t, The one thing needful is for-got. A-MEN.

215 Woodworth. L. M.


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am, with-out one plea, But that Thy blood was shed for me,


And that Thou bidd’st me come to Thee, O Lamb of God, I come, I come. A-MEN.

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216 2 Just as I am, and waiting not 1 A broken heart, my God, my King,

To rid my soul of one dark blot, [spot, Is all the sacrifice I bring:
To Thee, whose blood can cleanse each The God of grace will ne'er despise
O Lamb of God, I come.

A broken beart for sacrifice.
3 Just as I am, though tossed about 2 My soul lies humbled in the dust,

With many a conflict, many a doubt, And owns Thy dreadful sentence just; Fightings and fears, within, without, Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye, O Lamb of God, I come.

And save the soul condemned to die. 4 Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind; 3 Then will I teach the world Thy ways;

Sight, riches, healing of the mind, Sinners shall learn Thy sovereign grace; Yea, all I need, in Thee to find,

I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood, O Lamb of God, I come.

And they shall praise a pardoning God. 5 Just as I am! Thou wilt receive, 4 O may Thy love inspire my tongue!

Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve; Salvation shall be all my song;
Because Thy promise I believe,

And all my powers shall join to bless O Lamb of God, I come.

The Lord, my Strength and RighteousCharlotte Elliott.

Isaac Watts.


Tune:--BERA. 2 Shall God invite you from above?

Not so will heaven and hell appear, Shall Jesus urge His dying love?

When death's decisive hour is near. Shall troubled conscience give you pain? 4 Almighty God! Thy grace impart; And all these pleas unite in vain?

Fix deep conviction on each heart: 3 Not so your eyes will always view Nor let us waste on trifling cares Those objects which you now pursue;

That life whicb Thy compassion spares,

Philip Doddridge,

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