J. KNECHT

Ho-ly Spirit! Lord

of light! From Thy clear

celestial height, Thy pure beaming radiance give.

24 4

live!

SPIRIT of God! descend upon my heart; Wean it from earth, through all its pulses move;

Stoop to my weakness, mighty as Thou art, And make me love Thee as I ought to love. 2 I ask no dream, no prophet ecstasies;

No sudden rending of the veil of clay; No angel visitant, no opening skies;

But take the dimness of my soul away. 3 Hast Thou not bid us love Thee, God and King? [and mind, All, all Thine own, soul, heart, and strength,

I see Thy cross, then teach my heart to cling! O, let me seek Thee, and O, let me find! 4 Teach me to feel that Thou art always nigh; Teach me the struggles of the soul to bear; To check the rising doubt, the rebel sigh; Teach me the patience of unanswered prayer.

5 Teach me to love Thee as Thine angels love;

One holy passion filling all my frame; The baptism of the heaven-descended Dove, My heart an altar, and Thy love the flame! George Croly 1830

SINAI C. M.

J. BARNBY

359

WHY should the children of a King
Go mourning all their days?
Great Comforter, descend and bring
Some token of Thy grace.

2 Dost Thou not dwell in all the saints,
And seal the heirs of heaven?
When wilt Thou banish my complaints,
And show my sins forgiven?

3 Assure my conscience of her part
In the Redeemer's blood;
And bear Thy witness with my heart,
That I am born of God.

4 Thou art the earnest of His love,
The pledge of joys to come;
And Thy soft wings, celestial Dove,
Will safe convey me home.

Isaac Watts 1709

GREAT Father of each perfect gift,
Behold Thy servants wait;
With longing eyes and lifted hands,
We flock around Thy gate.

2 O shed abroad that royal gift,
Thy Spirit from above,
To bless our eyes with sacred light,
And fire our hearts with love.
3 Blest earnest of eternal joy,
Declare our sins forgiven;
And bear, with energy divine,

Our raptured thoughts to heaven.
4 Diffuse, O God, Thy copious showers,
That earth its fruit may yield,
And change the barren wilderness
To Carmel's flowery field.

Philip Doddridge 1736

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 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 1707

364

NO TRACK is on the sunny sky,
No footprints on the air;

Jesus hath gone; the face of earth
Is desolate and bare.

2 That Upper Room is heaven on earth: Within its precincts lie

All that earth has of faith, or hope,
Or heaven-born charity.

3 One moment-and the Spirit hung
O'er all with dread desire;
Then broke upon the heads of all

In cloven tongues of fire.

4 The Spirit came into the Church
With His unfailing power;
He is the living Heart that beats
Within her at this hour.

5 Most tender Spirit, mighty God,
Sweet must Thy presence be,
If loss of Jesus can be gain,

So long as we have Thee!

Frederick William Faber

1849