2 But flatt'ring trifles charm our hearts,
To court their false embrace,
Till justly this neglected friend
Averts his angry face.

S He leaves us, and we miss him not;
But go presumptuous on,

Till baffled, wounded, and enslav'd,
We learn, that God is gone.

4 And what, my soul, can then remain
One ray of light to give?
Sever'd from him, their better life,
How can his children live?

5. Hence, all ye painted forms of joy,
And leave my heart to mourn:
I would devote these eyes to tears,
Till cheer'd by his return.

6 Look back, my Lord, and own the place,
Where once thy temple stood;
For lo, its ruins bear the mark
Of rich atoning blood.

HYMN 175.

L. M. STEELE.

Hinton, Moreton.

His influences. John xiv. 16, 17.

SU

URE the blest Comforter is nigh, "Tis he sustains my fainting heart; Else would my hope forever die, And every cheering ray depart.

2 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? 3 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? 4 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? 5 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? 6 Let thy kind Spirit in my heart Forever dwell, O God of love, And light and heavenly peace impart, Sweet earnest of the joys above.

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HYMN 176. S. M.

St. Thomas, Shirland.

H.

Invocation to the Holy Spirit.

B

LEST Comforter Divine! Whose rays of heavenly love Amid our gloom and darkness shine, And point our souls above ;

2 Thou-who with "still small voice" Dost stop the sinner's way,

And bid the mourning saint rejoice,
Though earthly joys decay ;—

3 Thou-whose inspiring breath Can make the cloud of care, And e'en the gloomy vale of death A smile of glory wear ;

4 Thou-who dost fill the heart With love to all our race, Blest Comforter!-to us impart The blessings of thy grace.

HYMN 177. c. M. WATTS.

Barby, Zion, Turner.

Breathing after the Holy Spirit. YOME, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove, With all thy quick'ning pow'rs,

Kindle a flame of sacred love

In these cold hearts of ours.

2 In vain we tune our formal songs,
In vain we strive to rise;

Hosannas languish on our tongues,
And our devotion dies.

3 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?

4 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.

HOLY

OLY GHOST, dispel our sadness,
Pierce the clouds of sinful night:
Come, thou source of sweetest gladness,
Breathe thy life and spread thy light;
Loving SPIRIT, GOD of peace,
Great distributer of grace,

Rest upon this congregation!
Hear, Oh, hear our supplication.

2 From that height which knows no measure,

As a gracious shower descend:
Bringing down the richest treasure
Man can wish, or God can send.
O thou GLORY shining down
From the FATHER and the SON,
Grant us thy illumination!

Rest on all this congregation.

3 Come, thou best of all donations
God can give, or we implore;
Having thy sweet consolations,
We need wish for nothing more;
HOLY SPIRIT, heavenly DOVE,
Now descending from above,
Rest on all this congregation,
Make our hearts thy habitation.

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HYMN 179. S. M.

Shirland, Watchman.

John xiv. 26.

HART:

HOME, 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 wond'ring view reveal
The secret love of God.

3 "Tis thine to cleanse the heart-
To sanctify the soul-

To pour fresh life in every part,
And new-create the whole.

4 Revive our drooping faith;
Our doubts and fears remove;
And kindle in our breasts the flame
Of never-dying love.

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HYMN 180. 8s. RIPPON.

Consolation, Dismission.

Dand visit a sorrowful breast;

ESCEND, Holy Spirit, the Dove,

My burden of guilt to remove,

And bring me assurance and rest;
Thou only hast power to relieve
A sinner o'erwhelm'd with his load;
The sense of redemption to give,

And sprinkle his heart with thy blood.