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172. Praise to the Redeemer.

Now for a tune of lofty praise
To great Jehovah's equal Son!
Awake, my voice, in heav'nly lays,
Tell the loud wonders he hath done.
Sing how he left the worlds of light,
And the bright robes he wore above;
How swift and joyful was his flight,
On wings of everlasting love.
Deep in the shades of gloomy death
Th' Almighty Captive pris'ner lay;
Th' Almighty Captive left the earth,
And rose to everlasting day.

Lift up your eyes, ye sons of light,
Up to his throne of shining grace;
See what immortal glories sit

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Round the sweet beauties of his face! Amongst a thousand harps and songs, Jesus the God exalted reigns, His sacred name fills all their tongues, And echoes thro' the heav'nly plains.

173. Happiness in Christ.

O DEAREST Lord, take thou my heart; Where can such sweetness be

As I have tasted in thy love,

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As I have found in thee?

If zeal, with knowledge in my heart,
Thy loving grace does give;

Safe in the bush, unhurt, the whole
Will unconsumed live.

If love, that mildest flame, can rest

In hearts so cold as mine,

Come, blessed Saviour, to my breast,
And all its love be thine.

My Lord hath seiz'd me with sweet force,
His prize and purchase just :
This soul of mine was never made
For vanity and dust.

O'tis in vain to seek for bliss,

For bliss can ne'er be found, 'Till we arrive where Jesus is, And tread on grace's ground.

'Tis heaven on earth to taste his love,
To feel his quick'ning grace:

And the blest heav'n, I hope, above,
Is there to see his face.

174.

Christ the Believer's Al.

DEAREST Of all the names above,
My Jesus, and my God,

Who can resist thy heav'nly love,
Or trifle with thy blood?
"Tis_by_the merits of thy death
The Father smiles again;
"Tis by thine interceding breath
The Spirit dwells with men.
"Till God in human flesh I see,
My thoughts no comfort find:

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The holy, just, and sacred Three
Are terrors to my mind.
But if Immanuel's face appear,
My hope, my joy begins:
His name forbids my slavish fear,
His grace removes my sins.

GOD THE SPIRIT,

WHITSUNDAY-PRAYER, LOVE, AND PRAISE TO THE HOLY SPIRIT.

175.

Address to the Holy Spirit.

COME, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove,
With all thy quick'ning pow'rs,
Kindle a flame of sacred love

In these cold hearts of ours.

Look how we grovel here below,
Fond of these trifling toys:
Our souls can neither fly nor go
To reach eternal joys.

Dear Lord! and shall we ever liye
At this poor dying rate,
Our love so faint, so cold to thee,
And thine to us so great?

Come, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove,
With all thy quick'ning pow'rs,
Come shed abroad a Saviour's love,
And that shall kindle ours.

176. Prayer to the Spirit.

COME, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire,
And warm with uncreated fire:
Thou the anointing Spirit art

Who dost thy sev'n-fold gifts impart.
Thy blessed unction from above
Is comfort, life, and fire of love:
Enable, with perpetual light,
The dulness of our blinded sight.
Anoint and cheer us, all our days,
With the abundance of thy grace:
Our foes convert, give peace at home,
Where thou art guide no ill can come.

Teach us to know the Father, Son,
And Thee, a Trinity in One,
That thro' the ages all along
This, this
may be our endless

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Praise God, from whom all blessings flow; Praise him, all creatures here below; Praise him above, ye heav'nly host,

Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

177. Prayer for the Holy Spirit.

COME, holy, celestial Dove,

And visit a sorrowful breast,
My burden of guilt to remove,
And bring me assurance and rest:
Thou only hast pow'r to relieve

A sinner o'erwhelm'd with his load,

The sense of election to give,

And sprinkle his heart with the blood. Thy call if I ever have known,

And sigh'd from myself to get free,
And groan'd the unspeakable groan,
And long'd to be happy in thee,
Fulfil the imperfect desire,

Thy peace to my conscience reveal,
The sense of thy favour inspire,
And give me my pardon to feel.
If now I lament after God,
And gasp for a drop of thy love,
If Jesus hath paid down his blood,
My trespass of sin to remove,
Come, heav'nly Comforter, come,
Sweet Witness of mercy divine!
And make me thy permanent home,
And seal me eternally thine.

178. Prayer to the Spirit.

COME, Holy Spirit, come,

Let thy bright beams arise; Dispel the darkness from our minds,

And open ali our eyes.

Revive our drooping faith;

Our doubts and fears remove;
And kindle in our breast the flame
Of never-dying love.

Convince us of our sin,
Then lead to Jesu's blood,

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