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HYMN 19. Fifth Part. P.M.
Lo, he cometh. (cont.)

3	Full of joyful expectation,    Saints, behold the Judge appear! Truth and justice go before him,    Now the joyful sentence hear: Hallelujah, Welcome, welcome, Judge divine.
4	"Come, ye blessed of my father,    "Enter into life and joy; "Banish all your fears and sorrows,    "Endless praise be your employ:" Hallelujah, Welcome, welcome to the skies.
5	Now at once they rise to glory,    Jesus brings them as their king; There, with all the hosts of heav'n,    They eternal anthems sing; Hallelujah, Boundless glory to the Lamb.

HYMN 20. First Part. L.M.
God the Holy Ghost.

1	ETERNAL Spirit! we confess And sing the wonders of thy grace; Thy pow'r conveys our blessings down From God the Father and the Son.
2	Enlighten'd by thine heav'nly ray, Our shades and darkness turn to day; We learn the meaning of thy word, And find salvation in the Lord.
3	Thy pow'r and glory work within, And break the chains of reigning sin, Our wild imperious lusts subdue, And form our wretched hearts anew.
4	The troubled conscience know thy voice, Thy cheering words awake our joys;

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HYMN 20. First Part. L.M.
God the Holy Ghost. (cont.)

4	Thy words allay the stormy wind, And calm the surges of the mind.

HYMN 20. Second Part. L.M.
The influence of the Holy Spirit experienced.

1	DEAR Lord, and shall thy Spirit rest In such a wretched heart as mine? Unworthy dwelling! glorious Guest! Favour astonishing, divine!
2	When sin prevails, and gloomy fear, And hope almost expires in night, Lord, can thy Spirit then be here, Great spring of comfort, life and light?
3	Sure the blest Comforter is nigh; 'Tis he sustains my fainting heart; Else would my hopes for ever die, And ev'ry cheering ray depart.
4	When some kind promise glads my soul, Do I not find his healing voice The tempest of my fears control, And bid my drooping pow'rs rejoice?
5	Whene'er to call the Saviour mine, With ardent wish my heart aspires; Can it be less than pow'r divine, Which animates these strong desires?
6	What less than thine almighty word Can raise my heart from earth and dust; And bid me cleave to thee, my Lord, My life, my treasure, and my trust?
7	And when my cheerful hope can say, "I love my God, and taste his grace;" Lord, is it not thy blissful ray, Which brings this dawn of sacred peace?
8	Let thy kind Spirit in my heart, For ever dwell, O God of love;