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(FIRST TUNE )

C. M.

ST. AGNES J. B. Dykes

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Kin - dle a flame of

sa - cred love

In these cold hearts of ours.

A -MEN.

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p 2 See how we grovel here below, p 3 In vain we tune our lifeless songs,
Fond of these earthly toys:

In vain we strive to rise:
Our souls, how heavily they go, Hosannas languish on our tongues,
To reach eternal joys.

And our devotion dies.
mf 4 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,

With all Thy quickening powers; cr Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love, And that shall kindle ours.

I. Watts

ST. STEPHEN (SECOND TUNE)

C. M.

W. Jones

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Come, Thou Source of all our store! Come, with - in our bo - soms shine! AMEN.

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mp 2 Thou, of comforters the best; p 4 Heal our wounds; our strength renew;

Thou, the soul's most welcome guest; On our dryness pour Thy dew;
Sweet refreshment here below;

Wash the stains of guilt away:
In our labour, rest most sweet;

Bend the stubborn heart and will,
Grateful coolness in the heat;

Melt the frozen, warm the chill;
Solace in the midst of woe.

Guide the steps that go astray.

mf 3 O most blessed Light divine, mf 5 On the faithful, who adore

Shine within these hearts of Thine, And confess Thee, evermore
And our inmost being fill!

In Thy sevenfold gifts descend; p Where Thou art not, man hath nought, Give them virtue's sure reward; Nothing good in deed or thought, Give them Thy salvation, Lord; Nothing free from taint of ill.

Give them joys that never end.

TR. E. Caswall

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mf 2 The light of truth to us display,

Lead us to holiness, the road
And make us know and choose Thy way; That we must take to dwell with God.
Plant holy fear in every heart,

cr 4 Lead us to heaven, that we may share That we from Thee may ne'er depart.

Fulness of joy for ever there ; mf 3 Lead us to Christ, the living Way, p Lead us to God, our final rest, Nor let us from His precepts stray ; cr To be with Him for ever blest.

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2 Strong Creator, Saviour mild,

Humbled to a mortal child,
Captive, beaten, bound, reviled :

Jesus, hear and save.
3 Throned above celestial things,

Borne aloft on angels' wings,

Lord of lords, and King of kings :

Jesus, hear and save.
4 Soon to come to earth again,

Judge of angels and of men,
Hear us now, and hear us then :
Jesus, hear and save.

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Come, vis - it ev - 'ry hum- ble mind; Come, pour Thy joys on hu- man kind ;

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From sin and sor-row set us free, And make Thy temples wor - thy Thee.

A-MEN.

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mf 2 Come as the light, to us reveal p 4 Come as the dove, and spread Thy p Our emptiness and woe:

The wings of peaceful love;[wings, cr And lead us in those paths of life, cr And let Thy Church on earth become Whereon the righteous go.

Blest as the Church above. mf 3 Come as the fire, and purge our mf 5 Spirit divine, attend our prayers ;

Like sacrificial flame; [hearts Make a lost world Thy home; cr Let our whole soul an offering be Descend with all Thy gracious pow'rs, To our Redeemer's Name.

ff O come, great Spirit, come!

A. Reed

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C. M.

CHRISTMAS From Handel

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heavn'ly race demands thy zeal. And an im-mor-tal crown, And

an im-mor-tal crown. A-MEN.

mf 2 A cloud of witnesses around mf 3 'Tis God's all-animating voice Hold thee in full survey ;

That calls thee from on high; Forget the steps already trod, cr 'Tis His own hand presents the And onward urge thy way.

To thine uplifted eye.

[prize f 4 Then wake, my soul, stretch every nerve,

And press with vigour on;
A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown.

P. Doddridge

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