286 ST. HELEN'S. 1st P. M. (362) JENNINGS 3 1. Come, Holy Ghost, all-quick'ning fire, Come, and in me de light to rest; 548 The witness of entire consecration. Give me thyself, forever give: 3 Eager for thee I ask and pant, 4 My peace, my life, my comfort thou, 2 O that the Comforter would come, And keep possession of my breast; 3 Come, Holy Ghost, my heart inspire; Attest that I am born again; Come, and baptize me now with fire, Nor let thy former gifts be vain : I cannot rest in sins forgiven; Where is the earnest of my heaven? 4 Where the indubitable seal, That ascertains the kingdom mine? The powerful stamp I long to feel,— The signature of love divine; O shed it in my heart abroad, Fulness of love, of heaven, of God! 1. And can it 9:4 9: EATON. 1st P. M. (150) WYVIL. 287 be that I should gain An interest in my Saviour's blood? Died he for me, who caused his pain? For me, who him to death pursued? Amazing love! how can it be, That thou, my Lord, shouldst die for me? 9: 445 No condemnation to them that are in 154-b. Christ Jesus. 2 'Tis myst'ry all,-the' Immortal dies! Who can explore his strange design? In vain the first-born seraph tries To sound the depths of love divine; "Tis mercy all! let earth adore: Let angel minds inquire no more. 3 He left his Father's throne above; (So free, so infinite his grace!) Emptied himself of all but love, And bled for Adam's helpless race; "Tis mercy all, immense and free, For, O my God, it found out me! 4 Long my imprison'd spirit lay, Fast bound in sin and nature's night: I woke; the dungeon flamed with light: And clothed in righteousness divine, And claim the crown, through Christ my own 476 WE HERE shall my wond'ring soul begin? How shall I all to heaven aspire? A slave redeem'd from death and sin,A brand pluck'd from eternal fire,How shall I equal triumphs raise, Or sing my great Deliv'rer's praise? 2 O how shall I the goodness tell, Father, which thou to me hast show'd? That I, a child of wrath and hell, I should be call'd a child of God, Should know, should feel my sins forgiven, Blest with this ante-past of heaven. 3 And shall I slight my Father's love, Or basely fear his gifts to own? Unmindful of his favours prove? Shall I, the hallow'd cross to shun, 4 No: though the ancient dragon rage, How long will ye your folly love, And throng the downward road, 8. And hate the wis-dom from above, And mock the sons of God? 9 851 YE The guardianship of angels. E simple souls, that stray Far from the path of peace, That unfrequented way To life and happiness: How long will ye your folly love, And throng the downward road, And hate the wisdom from above, And mock the sons of God? 2 So wretched and obscure, The men whom ye despise, So foolish, weak, and poor,Above your scorn we rise: Our conscience in the Holy Ghost, Can witness better things; For He whose blood is all our boast, Hath made us priests and kings. » Riches unsearchable In Jesus' love we know; And pleasures from the well Of life, our souls o'erflow: From him the Spirit we receive Of wisdom, grace, and power; And always sorrowful we live, Rejoicing evermore. 4 Angels our servants are, And keep in all our ways, And in their hands they bear The sacred sons of grace: Our guardians to that heavenly bliss, And Jesus is our friend. 849* Rejoicing in the care of the good Shepherd. THE HE Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I feed in green pastures, safe-folded I rest; He leadeth my soul where the still waters flow, Restores me when wand'ring, redeems when oppress'd. 2 Through the valley and shadow of death though I stray, Since thou art my guardian, no evil I fear; Thy rod shall defend me, thy staff be my stay; No harm can befall, with my Comforter near. 3 In the midst of affliction my table is spread; With blessings unmeasured my cup runneth o'er; my With oil and perfume thou anointest head; O what shall I ask of thy providence more? 4 Let goodness and mercy, my bountiful God, Still follow my steps till I meet thee above; I seek-by the path which my forefathers trod, Through the land of their sojourn-thy kingdom of love. • Tune, FREDERICK, p. 258. 290 JOHN STREET. 21st P. M. (215) REV G. COLES, view the ver-dant scene, Where limpid waters gen-tly glide Thro' pastures green. 915 Triumphant trust in God. 2 In error's maze my soul Shall wander now no more; His Spirit shall, with sweet control, The lost restore: My willing steps shall lead In paths of righteousness; His power defend; his bounty feed; His mercy bless. 3 Affliction's deepest gloom He will the vale of death illume Shall thankfully adore; My heart shall vindicate my God 4 His goodness ever nigh, His mercy ever free, Shall while I live, shall when I die, Still follow me. Forever shall my soul His boundless blessings prove; And while eternal ages roll, Adore and love. 946 THE Joining the heavenly choir. HE God who reigns on high Who was and is the same,. 2 Before the Saviour's face He shows his prints of love,- And sound, through all the worlds above, 3 The whole triumphant host Give thanks to God on high; Hail, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Hail, Abrah'm's God, and mine! All might and majesty are thine, |