GRATZ 75. J. V. Roberts Holy Spirit! Lord of Light! From Thy clear celestial height, Come, Thou Light of all that live! Thy pure beaming radiance give! ELLERS IOS. E. J. Hopkins 04 -6 Spir -it of God! de-scend up-on my heart; Wean it from earth, thro' all its puls-es move; 5. 355 Stoop to my weak-ness, might-y as Thou art, And make me love Thee as SPIRIT of God! descend upon my heart; Wean it from earth, through all its pulses move; Stoop to my weakness, mighty as Thou art, And make me love Thee as I ought to love. 2 I ask no dream, no prophet ecstasies; No sudden rending of the veil of clay; No angel visitant, no opening skies; But take the dimness of my soul 3 Hast Thou not bid us love Thee, God and King? [and mind, All, all Thine own,soul,heart, and strength, away. I ought to love. I see Thy cross, then teach my heart to cling! O, let me seek Thee, and O, let me find! 4 Teach me to feel that Thou art always nigh; Teach me the struggles of the soul to bear; To check the rising doubt, the rebel sigh; Teach me the patience of unanswered prayer. 5 Teach me to love Thee as Thine angels love; The baptism of the heaven-descended Dove, One holy passion filling all my frame; My heart an altar, and Thy love the flame! George Croly 1830 Gracious Spir-it, Ho-ly Ghost, Taught by Thee, we covet most, Of Thy gifts at Pen-te-cost, Ho-ly, heav'nly Love. 264 4 356 GRACIOUS Spirit, Holy Ghost, 2 Love is kind, and suffers long, 3 Prophecy will fade away, Melting in the light of day; Love will ever with us stay: 4 Faith will vanish into sight, Love in heaven will shine more bright: Give us heavenly Love. 5 Faith and hope and love we see But the greatest of the three, Christopher Wordsworth 1863 AUSTELL P. M. F. C. Maker Come, Ho-ly Spir-it, come! Mercies revealing; Make this cold heart Thine home; Quicken its feeling; Then shal my song ascend, Breathing glad love,and blend With notes that never end, Thro' heav'n pealing. Why should the children of a King Go mourning all their days? Great Com-fort- er, descend and bring When wilt Thou banish my complaints, COME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, In these cold hearts of ours. 2 Look how we grovel here below, To reach eternal joys. 3 In vain we tune our formal songs, In vain we strive to rise; Hosannas languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies. 4 Dear Lord, and shall we ever live At this poor dying rate, Our love so faint, so cold, to Thee, 5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, LILE 364 Isaac Watts 1707 NO TRACK is on the sunny sky, 2 That Upper Room is heaven on earth: Within its precincts lie All that earth has of faith, or hope, 3 One moment-and the Spirit hung 4 The Spirit came into the Church 5 Most tender Spirit, mighty God, Frederick William Faber 1849 |