2. Come, Thou, oh come;
Help in the hour of need,
Strength of the broken reed,
Guide of each lonely one;
Orphan's and widow's stay,
Who tread in life's hard way
Alone.
3. Come, Thou, oh come;
Glorious and shadow-free,
Star of the stormy sea,
Light of the tempest-tost,
Harbour our souls to save,
When hope upon the wave
Is lost.
4. Come Thou, oh come;
Joy in life's narrow path,
Hope in the hour of death;
Come, blessed Spirit, come,
Lead Thou us tenderly,
Till we shall find in Thee
The Pathways of the Spirit.
HOW dost Thou come, O Comforter?
In heavenly glory dressed,
Down floating from the far-off skies,
With lilies on Thy breast?
In lone, mysterious silences,
In visions rapt and high,
And holy dreams, like pathways set,
Betwixt the earth and sky?
2 Not always thus--for Thou dost stoop
To our poor common clay,
Too faint for saintly ecstasy,
Too impotent to pray.
Not always through the gates of prayer,
Or penitential psalm,
Or sacred rites, or holy day,
Or incense, breathing balm.
3. How does God send the Comforter?
Perchance through faith intense;
Perchance through humblest avenues
Of sight, or sound, or sense.
Haply in childhood's laughing voice
Shall breathe the voice divine,
And tender hands of earthly love
Pour for thee heavenly wine!
4. How will God send the Comforter?
Thou knowest not, nor I!
His ways are countless as the stars
His hand hath hung on high;
His roses bring their fragrant balm,
His twilight hush its peace,
Morning its splendour, night its calm,
To give thy pain surcease!
I. SPIRIT of God, descend upon my heart,
Wean it from earth, through all its pulses
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 visitants, no opening skies;
But take the dimness of my soul away.
3. 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.
4. Teach me to love Thee as Thine angels love,—
One holy passion filling all my frame,
The kindling of the heaven-descended Dove,
My heart an altar, and Thy love the flame.
1. SPIRIT of Wisdom! guide Thine own,
Who make Thee now their choice,
That they may never walk alone,
But hear Thy heavenly voice.
2. Spirit of Understanding! Light
That this world never saw !
Open their eyes to see aright
The wonders of Thy law.
3. Spirit of Counsel! 'neath the cloud
Of sorrow and dismay,
Cheer Thou their souls with anguish bowed,
And chase all doubt away.
4. Spirit of Strength! infuse Thy might,
Nerve Thy young soldiers' arms;
Temptation let them put to flight,
And banish hell's alarms.
5. Spirit of Knowledge! whose deep things
Are now but darkly shown;
Lead them on resurrection wings,
To know as they are known.
6. Spirit of Godliness! unfold
The joys of heavenly grace;
Give peace on earth-the bliss untold
Of saints who see Thy face.
7. Spirit of Holy Fear! inspire
Dread reverence of Thy name;
That they, with the celestial choir,
May praise Thee without blame.
Father, Son, and Spirit.
IVE praise to Him who built the hills;
Give praise to Him the streams who fills;
Give praise to Him who lights each star
That sparkles in the blue afar !
2. Give praise to Him who wakes the morn,
And bids it glow with beams new-born ;
Who draws the shadows of the night,
Like curtains, o'er our wearied sight!
3. Give praise to Him whose love has given,
In Christ His Son, the life of heaven;
Who for our darkness gives us light,
And turns to day our deepest night!
4. Give praise to Him who sheds abroad
Within our hearts the love of God;
The Spirit of all truth and peace,
The Fount of joy and holiness!
5. To Father, Son, and Spirit, now
The hands we lift, the knees we bow;
To Thee, eternal God! we raise
Our humble, fervent song of praise.
1. HOLY, Holy, Holy, Lord
God of Hosts! when heaven and earth,
Out of darkness, at Thy word,
Issued into glorious birth,
All Thy works before Thee stood,
And Thine eyes beheld them good;
While they sang, with sweet accord,
Holy, Holy, Holy Lord!
2. Holy, Holy, Holy! Thee
One Jehovah evermore,
Father, Son, and Spirit, we,
Dust and ashes, would adore;
Lightly by the world esteemed;
From that world by Thee redeemed;
Sing we here, with glad accord,
Holy, Holy, Holy Lord!
3. Holy, Holy, Holy! all
Heaven's triumphant choirs shall sing:
When the ransomed nations fall
At the footstool of their King,
Then shall saints and seraphim,
Harps and voices swell one hymn,
Round the throne with full accord-
Holy, Holy, Holy Lord!
Creator, Saviour, Guide.
1. CREATOR, Saviour, strengthening Guide,
Now on Thy mercy's ocean wide,
Far out of sight we seem to glide.
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