STATE STREET.

S. M.

JONATHAN CALL WOODMAN.

285 For the Spirit's energy.
1 COME, Holy Spirit, come,
With energy divine,

And on this poor benighted soul
With beams of mercy shine.

2 From the celestial hills

Light, life, and joy dispense;
And may I daily, hourly, feel
Thy quickening influence.
3 0 melt this frozen heart,

This stubborn will subdue;
Each evil passion overcome,
And form me all anew.
4 The profit will be mine,
But thine shall be the praise;
Cheerful to thee will I devote
The remnant of my days.

BENJAMIN BEDDOME,

286 Renewal of Pentecost. 1 LORD God, the Holy Ghost! In this accepted hour,

As on the day of Pentecost,
Descend in all thy power.

2 We meet with one accord
In our appointed place,

And wait the promise of our Lord,The Spirit of all grace.

3 Like mighty rushing wind

Upon the waves beneath,

Move with one impulse every mind;
One soul, one feeling breathe.

4 The young, the old, inspire
With wisdom from above;

And give us hearts and tongues of fire, To pray, and praise, and love.

5 Spirit of light! explore,

And chase our gloom away,

With luster shining more and more,
Unto the perfect day.

JAMES MONTGOMERY.

LONDON TUNE BOOK.

DOVER. S. M.

FROM AARON WILLIAMS.

288 God's word, quick and powerful.
1 THY word, almighty Lord,
Where'er it enters in,

Is sharper than a two-edged sword,
To slay the man of sin.

2 Thy word is power and life;
It bids confusion cease,

And changes envy, hatred, strife,
To love, and joy, and peace.

3 Then let our hearts obey

The gospel's glorious sound;
And all its fruits, from day to day,"
Be in us and abound.

JAMES MONTGOMERY.

289 Spreading the Scriptures.

1 JESUS, the word bestow,

The true immortal seed; Thy gospel then shall greatly grow, And all our land o'erspread; Through earth extended wide Shall mightily prevail,

Destroy the works of self and pride, And shake the gates of hell.

2 Its energy exert

In the believing soul;

Diffuse thy grace through every part, And sanctify the whole;

Its utmost virtue show

In pure consummate love, And fill with all thy life below, And give us thrones above.

CHARLES WESLEY.

[L. M. Tune, Missionary Chant. P. 69.] 290 The brightening glory of the Gospel.

1 UPON the Gospel's sacred page

The gathered beams of ages shine; And, as it hastens, every age

2 On mightier wing, in loftier flight, From year to year does knowledge soar; And, as it soars, the Gospel light

Becomes effulgent more and more.

3 More glorious still, as centuries roll,
New regions blest, new powers unfurled,
Expanding with the expanding soul,
Its radiance shall o'erflow the world,-
4 Flow to restore, but not destroy;
As when the cloudless lamp of day
Pours out its floods of light and joy,
And sweeps the lingering mists away.

But makes its brightness more divine.

291

SIR JOHN BOWRING.

[L. M. 61. Tune, Selena. Page 82.]
Delight in the Bible.

1 WHEN quiet in my house I sit,
Thy book be my companion still;
My joy thy sayings to repeat,

Talk o'er the records of thy will,
And search the oracles divine,
Till every heart-felt word be mine.
2 O may the gracious words divine
Subject of all my converse be;
So will the Lord his follower join,

And walk and talk himself with me:
So shall my heart his presence prove,
And burn with everlasting love.
3 Oft as I lay me down to rest,
O may the reconciling word
Sweetly compose my weary breast;
While on the bosom of my Lord
I sink in blissful dreams away,
And visions of eternal day.

4 Rising to sing my Saviour's praise,
Thee may I publish all day long;

And let thy precious word of grace
Flow from my heart, and fill my tongue;
Fill all my life with purest love,

And join me to the Church above.

CHARLES WESLEY.

1 THE heavens declare thy glory, Lord;
In every star thy wisdom shines;
But when our eyes behold thy word,
We read thy name in fairer lines.

2 The rolling sur, the changing light,
And nights and days, thy power confess,
But the blest volume thou hast writ,

Reveals thy justice and thy grace.

2 Sun, moon, and stars, convey thy praise Round the whole earth, and never stand: So when thy truth began its race,

It touched and glanced on every land.

4 Nor shall thy spreading gospel rest,

Till through the world thy truth has run:
Till Christ has all the nations blessed
That see the light, or feel the sun.

5 Great Sun of righteousness, arise,
Bless the dark world with heavenly light;
Thy gospel makes the simple wise,
Thy laws are pure, thy judgments right.
6 Thy noblest wonders here we view,
In souls renewed, and sins forgiven:
Lord, cleanse my sins, my soul renew,
And make thy word my guide to heaven.

In each a heavenly beam I see,
And every beam conducts to thee.

3 Almighty Lord, the sun shall fail,
The moon forget her nightly tale,
And deepest silence hush on high
The radiant chorus of the sky;

4 But, fixed for everlasting years,
Unmoved amid the wreck of spheres,
Thy word shall shine in cloudless day,
When heaven and earth have passed
away.

SIR ROBERT GRANT.

294 The Saviour seen in the Scriptures.
1 Now let my soul, eternal King,
To thee its grateful tribute bring;
My knee with humble homage bow;
My tongue perform its solemn vow.
2 All nature sings thy boundless love,
In worlds below and worlds above;
But in thy blessed word I trace
Diviner wonders of thy grace.

3 There, what delightful truths I read!
There, I behold the Saviour bleed:
His name salutes my listening ear,
Revives my heart and checks my fear.
4 There Jesus bids my sorrows cease,
And gives my laboring conscience peace;
He lifts my grateful thoughts on high,
And points to mansions in the sky.

5 For love like this, O let my song,

Through endless years, thy praise prolong;
Let distant climes thy name adore,
Till time and nature are no more.
OTTIWELL HEGINBOTHAM,

BURLINGTON. C. M.

JOHN FRECKLETON BURROWES.

295

Riches of God's word.

1 THE Counsels of redeeming grace
The sacred leaves unfold;
And here the Saviour's lovely face
Our raptured eyes behold.

2 Here light descending from above
Directs our doubtful feet;

Here promises of heavenly love
Our ardent wishes meet.

3 Our numerous griefs are here redressed,
And all our wants supplied:
Naught we can ask to make us blest
Is in this book denied

4 For these inestimable gains,

That so enrich the mind,

O may we search with eager pains,
Assured that we shall find.