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Let the healing ftreams abound,
Thou of life the fountain art;
Spring Thou up within my heart;
Charles Wejley. 1740.
LOST BUT FOUND.
IWAS a wandering fheep,
I would not be controlled.
I did not love my home,
The Shepherd sought his fheep,
The Father sought his child,
O'er deserts wafte and wild.
Famifhed, and faint, and lone; They bound me with the bands of love,
They saved the wandering one.
They spoke in tender love,
They raised my drooping head;
My fainting soul they fed.
They made me clean and fair;
The long-sought wanderer!
Jesus my Shepherd is,
'T was He that loved my soul,
'T was He that made me whole.
That found the wandering fheep,
'Tis He that ftill doth keep.
I was a wandering fheep,
I would not be controlled:
I love, I love the fold!
I once preferred to roam:
I love, I love his home!
H. Bonar. i860.
THOU art the Way; and he who fighs,
A light from heaven's eternal glow,
Through which the saints undoubting trod,
Thou art the Truth, whose fteady day
Shines on through earthly blight and bloom; The pure, the everlafting Ray,
The Lamp that fhines e'en in the tomb;
And guideth those that blindly go;
Its luftre upon all below.
Thou art the Life, the blefied Well
With living waters gufhing o'er, Which those that drink fhall ever dwell
Where fin and thirft are known no more. Thou art the myftic Pillar given, . Our Lamp by night, our Light by day; Thou art the 6acred Bread from heaven;
Thou art the Life, the Truth, the Way.
THE HOLY SPIRIT.
COME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
In vain we tune our formal songs,
In vain we ftrive to rise; Hosannas languifh on our tongues,
And our devotion dies.
Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all thy quickening powers; Come, fhed abroad a Saviour's love,
And that fhall kindle ours.
Isaac Watts. 1674-1748. COME, MIGHTY SPIRIT.
COME, mighty Spirit, penetrate
As this clear air surrounds the earth,
Thy grace around me roll;
So pierce and fill my soul.
As from these clouds drops down in love
The precious summer rain,
That frefhens all again.
As these fair flowers exhale their scent
In gladness at our feet,
More heavenly and more sweet.
Thus life within our lifeless hearts
Shall make its glad abode;
Filled with the light of God.
H. Bonar. i860.