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HYMN 20. Second Part. L.M.
The influences of the Holy Spirit experienced. (cont.)
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And light and heav'nly peace impart,
Sweet earnest of the joys above.
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HYMN 20. Third Part. C.M.
Breathing after the Holy Spirit. (cont.)
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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.
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Look, how we grovel here below,
Fond of these trifling toys:
Our souls can neither fly nor go,
To reach eternal joys.
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In vain we tune our formal songs,
In vain we strive to rise,
Hosannas languish on our tongues,
And our devotion dies.
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Dear Lord! and shall we ever live
At this poor, dying rate?
Our love so faint, so cold to thee,
And thine to us so great?
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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.
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HYMN 21. First Part. L.M.
The Church.
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SHOUT: for the blessed Jesus reigns,
Thro' distant lands his triumphs spread;
And sinners, freed from endless pains,
Own him their Saviour and their head.
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He calls his chosen from afar,
They all at Zion's gate arrive;
Those who were dead in sin before,
By sov'reign grace are made alive.
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HYMN 21. First Part. L.M.
The Church. (cont.)
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Gentiles and Jews his laws obey,
Nations remote their off'rings bring,
And, unconstrain'd their homage pay
To their exalted God and king.
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O may his holy Church increase,
His word and Spirit still prevail;
While angels celebrate his praise,
And saints his growing glories hail!
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Loud hallelujahs to the Lamb,
From all below and all above;
In lofty songs exalt his name,
In songs, as lasting as his love.
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HYMN 21. Second Part. L.M.
Election sovereign and free.
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BEHOLD! the potter moulds the clay,
His vessel forms himself to please:
Such is our God, and such are we,
The subjects of his just decrees.
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Doth not the workman's pow'r extend
O'er all the mass; which pnrt to choose,
And mould it for a nobler end;
And which to leave for viler use?
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May not the sov 'reign Lord on high
Dispense his favours as he will;
Choose some to life, while others die;
And yet be just and glorious still?
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What, if to make his terror known,
He lets his patience long endure,
Suff'ring vile rebels to go on,
And seal their own destruction sure?
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What, if he mean to show his grace,
And his electing love employ
To mark out some of mortal race,
And form them fit for heav'nly joy?
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