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2 That heavenly influence let me find
In holy silence of the mind,
While every grace maintains its bloom,
Diffusing wide its rich perfume.

3 Nor let these blessings be confined
To me, but poured on all mankind,
Till earth's wild wastes in verdure rise,
And a young Eden bless our eyes.

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DODDRIDGE.

Living Water.

1 BLEST Savior! Source of grace divine,
What soul-refreshing streams are thine!
O, bring these healing waters nigh,
Or we must droop, and fall, and die.

2 No traveller, through desert lands,
'Midst scorching suns and burning sands,
More eager longs for cooling rain,
Or pants the current to obtain.

3 Our longing souls aloud would sing,
"Spring up, celestial fountain, spring;
To a redundant river flow,

And cheer this thirsty land below."

4 May this blest torrent, near my side,
Through all the desert gently glide,
Then, in Immanuel's land above,
Spread to a sea of joy and love!

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DODDRIDGE.

The healing Stream flowing from God, the Fountain. Ez. xlvii. 8, 9.

1 GREAT Source of being and of love!
Thou waterest all the worlds above;
And all the joys we mortals know
From thine exhaustless fountain flow.

2 A sacred spring, at thy command,
From Zion's mount, in Canaan's land,
Beside thy temple, cleaves the ground,
And pours its limpid stream around.

3 The limpid stream, with sudden force,
Swells to a river in its course;

Through desert realms its windings play,
And scatter blessings all the way.

4 Close by its banks, in order fair,
The blooming trees of life appear;
Their blossoms fragrant odors give,
And on their fruit the nations live.

5 To the dead sea the waters flow,
And carry healing as they go;

Its poisonous dregs their power confess,
And all its shores the fountain bless.

6 Flow, wondrous stream, with glory crowned,
Flow on to earth's remotest bound;

And bear us, on thy gentle wave,
To him who all thy virtues gave.

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RIPPON'S COL.

A propitious Gale longed for.

1 AT anchor laid, remote from home, Toiling, I cry, "Sweet Spirit, come! Celestial breeze, no longer stay,

But swell my sails, and speed my way.

2 "Fain would I mount, fain would I glow, And loose my cable from below;

But I can only spread my sail;

Thou, thou must breathe the auspicious gale."

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DODDRIDGE.

God shining into the Heart.

1 PRAISE to the Lord of boundless might,
With uncreated glories bright!

His presence gilds the worlds above;
The unchanging Source of light and love.

2 Our rising earth his eye beheld,

When in substantial darkness veiled;
"Let there be light," Jehovah said,
And light o'er all its face was spread.
3 He sees the mind, when lost it lies
In shades of ignorance and vice,
And darts from heaven a vivid ray,
And changes midnight into day.

4 Shine, mighty God, with vigor shine,
On this benighted heart of mine;
And let thy glories stand revealed,
As in the Savior's face beheld.

5 My soul, revived by heaven-born day, Thy radiant image shall display; While all my faculties unite

To praise the Lord, who gives me light.

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Growing in Grace.

DODDRIDGE.

1 PRAISE to thy name, eternal God,
For all the grace thou shedd'st abroad;
For all thine influence from above,
To warm our souls with sacred love.

2 Blest be thy hand, which from the skies
Brought down this plant of Paradise,
And gave its heavenly glories birth,
To deck this wilderness of earth.

3 But why does that celestial flower
Open, and thrive, and shine no more?
Where are its balmy odors fled?
And why reclines its beauteous head?

4 Unchanging sun, thy beams display,
To drive the frosts and storms away;
Make all thy potent virtues known,
To cheer a plant so much thy own.

5 And thou, blest Spirit, deign to blow
Fresh gales of heaven on shrubs below;
So shall they grow, and breathe abroad
A fragrance grateful to our God.

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Veni, Creator Spiritus.

DRYDEN.

1 CREATOR Spirit! by whose aid The world's foundations first were laid, Come, visit every pious mind,

Come, pour thy joys on human kind.

2 Thrice holy fount! thrice holy fire!
Our hearts with heavenly love inspire;
Come, and thy sacred unction bring,
To sanctify us while we sing.

3 Plenteous of grace, descend from high, Rich in thy sevenfold energy;

From sin and sorrow set us free,
And make thy temples worthy thee.

4 Refine and purge our earthly parts;
But, O, inflame and fire our hearts;
Our frailties help, our vice control,
Submit the senses to the soul.

5 Chase from our minds the infernal foe,
And peace, the fruit of love, bestow;
And lest our feet should step astray,
Protect and guide us in the way.

6 Make us eternal truths receive,

And practise all that we believe;
Give us thyself, that we may see
The Father and the Son by thee.

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