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Let the healing ftreams abound,
Make and keep me pure within.

Thou of life the fountain art;
Freely let me take of Thee;

Spring Thou up within my heart;
Rise to all eternity.

Charles Wejley. 1740.


IWAS a wandering fheep,
I did not love the fold;
I did not love my Shepherd's voice,

I would not be controlled.
I was a wayward child,

I did not love my home,
I did not love my Father's voice,
I loved afar to roam.

The Shepherd sought his fheep,

The Father sought his child,
They followed me o'er vale and hill,

O'er deserts wafte and wild.
They found me nigh to death,

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;
They gently closed my bleeding wounds,

My fainting soul they fed.
They warned my filth away,

They made me clean and fair;
They brought me to my home in peace, —

The long-sought wanderer!

Jesus my Shepherd is,

'T was He that loved my soul,
'T was He that wamed me in his blood,

'T was He that made me whole.
'T was He that sought the loft,

That found the wandering fheep,
'T was He that brought me to the fold,

'Tis He that ftill doth keep.

I was a wandering fheep,

I would not be controlled:
But now I love my Shepherd's voice,

I love, I love the fold!
I was a wayward child,

I once preferred to roam:
But now I love my Father's voice,

I love, I love his home!

H. Bonar. i860.

THOU art the Way; and he who fighs,
Amid this ftarless wafte of woe,
To find a pathway to the Ikies,

A light from heaven's eternal glow,
By Thee muft come, thou Gate of love,

Through which the saints undoubting trod,
Till faith discovers, like the dove,
An ark, a refting-place in God.

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;
The Light that out of darkness springs,

And guideth those that blindly go;
The Word whose precious radiance flings

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.


COME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all thy quickening powers,
Kindle a flame of sacred love
In these cold hearts of ours.

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
This heart and soul of mine;
And my whole being with thy grace
Pervade, O Life divine!

As this clear air surrounds the earth,

Thy grace around me roll;
As the frefh light pervades the air,

So pierce and fill my soul.

As from these clouds drops down in love

The precious summer rain,
So from thyself pour down the flood

That frefhens all again.

As these fair flowers exhale their scent

In gladness at our feet,
So from thyself let fragrance breathe,

More heavenly and more sweet.

Thus life within our lifeless hearts

Shall make its glad abode;
And we mall fhine in beauteous light,

Filled with the light of God.

H. Bonar. i860.

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