3 It fills the Church of God: it fills
The sinful world around;
Only in stubborn hearts and wills
No place for it is found.
4 To other strains such souls are set:
A giddy whirl of sin
Fills ear and brain, and will not let
Heaven's harmonies come in.
5 Come, Lord, come Wisdom, Love, and Power, Open our ears to hear;
Let us not miss th' accepted hour;
Save, Lord, by love or fear.
HEN God of old came down from Heaven,
In power and wrath He came;
Before His feet the clouds were riven,
Half darkness and half flame.
2 Around the trembling mountain's base
The prostrate people lay;
A day of wrath and not of grace,
A dark and dreadful day.
3 But when He came the second time,
He came in power and love;
Softer than gale at morning prime
Hover'd His holy Dove.
4 The fires that rush'd on Sinai down
In sudden torrents dread,
Now gently light, a glorious crown,
On every sainted head.
5 Like arrows went those lightnings forth Wing'd with the sinner's doom,
But these like tongues, o'er all the earth
Proclaiming life to come.
ORD God, the Holy Ghost,
In this accepted hour,
As on the day of Pentecost,
Descend in all Thy power;
We meet with one accord
In our appointed place,
And wait the promise of our LORD,
The Spirit of all grace.
2 Like mighty rushing wind
Upon the waves beneath,
Move with one impulse every mind,
One soul, one feeling breathe:
The young, the old inspire
With wisdom from above;
And give us hearts and tongues of fire
To pray, and praise, and love.
3 Spirit of light, explore,
And chase our gloom away,
With lustre shining more and more
Unto the perfect day:
Spirit of truth, be Thou
In life and death our guide;
O Spirit of adoption, now
May we be sanctified.
YREATOR Spirit! by whose aid
The world's foundations first were laid, Come, visit every waiting 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 O Source of uncreated light,
The Father's promis'd Paraclete !
From sin and sorrow set us free,
And make us temples worthy Thee!
4 Our frailties help, our vice control, Subdue the senses to the soul;
And when rebellious they are grown, Then lay Thy hand and hold them down.
5 Chase from our minds th' 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.
PIRIT, pour'd on Pentecost,
Paraclete and Holy Ghost,
Resting on the Eternal Son,
Holy! uncreated One!
Breath of life! Thine aid impart,
Waken every slumbering heart,
Every grovelling soul refine,
With Thy power and grace divine.
2 Sanctifier! seal our hearts
With the truth Thy word imparts;
Sacred truths and themes instil,
And Thy pleasure all fulfil;
There let Christ replace His throne,
And possess us for His own,
Till our bodies all shall be
Temples to Thy Deity!
3 Everlasting Spirit! come,
Teach us life's imperfect sum;
All on earth is dark and drear,
Changeful as the changing year;
Raise our souls from things of earth,
Subjects of a better birth,
And our song shall be of Thee,
Through a blest eternity!
OLY Spirit, Lord of light, From Thy clear celestial height, Thy pure beaming radiance give; Come, Thou Father of the poor, Come with treasures which endure, Come, Thou Light of all that live!
2 Thou of all eonsolers best, Visiting the troubled breast,
Dost refreshing peace bestow;
Thou in toil art comfort sweet,
Pleasant coolness in the heat,
Solace in the midst of woe.
3 Light immortal, Light divine,
Visit Thou these hearts of Thine,
And our inmost being fill;
If Thou take Thy grace away,
Nothing pure in man can stay,
And his good is turn'd to ill.
4 Thou on those who evermore
Thee confess and Thee adore,
In Thy sev'nfold gifts descend;
Give them comfort when they die,
Give them life with Thee on high,
Give them joys which never end.
YOME, Holy Spirit, come;
Let Thy bright beams arise;
Dispel the sorrow from our minds,
The darkness from our eyes.
2 Convince us of our sin;
Then lead to Jesus' blood,
And to our wondering view reveal
The mercies of our God.
3 Revive our drooping faith,
Our doubts and fears remove,
And kindle in our breasts the flame
Of never-dying love.
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