Thy spirit sways with soft control, And bears our thoughts above.
3 Why should we then decline from thee? In search of felly rove?
Or strive to set our passions free From these soft bands of love?
4 Extend around thy loving arms, Infold us in thy breast,
Where, captives to resistless charms, Our joyful souls may rest.
HYMN 418. 61. L. M. [#] Angelic Strains responded. 1 ARRAYED in clouds of golden light, More bright than heaven's resplendent bow, Jehovah's angel came by night,
To bless the sleeping world below: How soft the music of his tongue! How sweet the hallowed strains he sung! 2 Good will henceforth to man be given; The light of glory beams on earth; Let angels tune the harps of heaven, And saints below rejoice with mirth: On Bethlehem's plains the shepherds sing, And Judah's children hail their King. 26*
1 WHILE thee I seek, protecting Power, Be my vain wishes stilled; And may this consecrated hour With better hopes be filed.
2 Thy love the power of thought bestowed; To thee my thoughts would soar: Thy mercy o'er my life has flowed; That mercy I adore.
3 In each event of life, how clear Thy ruling hand I see!
Each blessing to my soul more dear, Because conferred by thee.
4 In every joy that crowns my days, In every pain I bear,
My heart shall find delight in praise, Or seek relief in prayer.
5 When gladness wings my favoured hour, Thy love my thoughts shall fill; Resigned when storms of sorrow lower, My soul shall meet thy will.
6 My lifted eye, without a tear,
The gathering storm shall see;
My steadfast heart shall know no fear; That heart will rest on thee.
1 FATHER divine, thy piercing eye Looks through the shades of night; In deep retirement thou art nigh, With heart discerning-sight.
2 There shall that piercing eye survey My humble worship paid With every morning's dawning ray, And every evening's shade.
3 I'll leave behind each earthly care; To thee my soul shall soar; While grateful praise and fervent prayer Employ the silent hour.
4 So shall the visits of thy love My soul in secret bless;
So shalt thou deign, in worlds above, Thy suppliant to confess.
HYMN 421. L. M. [# or b]
Devout Considerations and Desires.
1 As showers on meadows newly mown The Lord shall shed his blessings down; Crowned with whose life-infusing drops, Earth shall renew her blissful crops.
2 Lands that, beneath a burning sky, Have long been desolate and dry, Effusions of his love shall share, And sudden life and verdure wear.
3 The dews and rains, in all their store, Drenching the pastures o'er and o'er, Are not so copious as that grace Which sanctifies and saves our race.
4 As, in soft silence, vernal showers Descend, and cheer the fainting flowers, So, in the secrecy of love,
Falls the sweet influence from above.
5 That heavenly influence let me find In holy silence of the mind,
While every grace maintains its bloom, Diffusing wide its rich perfume.
6 Nor let these blessings be confined To me, but poured on all mankind, Till earth's wild wastes in verdure rise, And a young Eden bless our eyes.
HYMN 422. C. M. [# or b]
Breathing after the holy Spirit.
1 COME, holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all thy quickening powers; Kindle a flame of sacred love
In these cold hearts of ours.
2 Look, how we grovel here below, Fond of these trifling toys; Our souls can neither fly nor 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 Dear Lord, and shall we ever live At this poor dying rate? Our love 30 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.
HYMN 423. L. M. [#]
Pleasures of Devotion.
1 FAR from my thoughts, vain world, be gone; Let my religious hours alone:
Fain would my eyes my Saviour see; I wait a visit, Lord, froin thee.
2 My heart grows warm with holy fire, And kindles with a pure desire; Come, my dear Jesus, from above, And feed my soul with heavenly love. 3 Blest Jesus, what delicious fare! How sweet thine entertainments are! Never did angels taste, above, Redeeming grace and dying love. 4 Hail, great Immanuel, all divine! In thee thy Father's glories shine, Thou brightest, sweetest, fairest one, That eyes have seen, or angels known!
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