409 L. M. You hath he quickened. Col. 2:13.
Like morning—when her early breeze Breaks up the surface of the seas, That, in their furrows, dark with night, Her hand may sow the seeds of light—
2 Thy grace can send its breathings o’er The spirit dark and lost before; And, freshening all its depths, prepare For truth divine to enter there.
3 Till David touched his sacred lyre, In silence lay the unbreathing wire; But when he swept its chords along, Then angels stooped to hear the song.
4 So sleeps the soul, till thou, O Lord, Shall deign to touch its lifeless chord; Till, waked by thee, its breath shall rise, In music worthy of the skies.
410 L. M. The gift of the Holy Spirit. Acts 2:38.
O Lord! and shall thy Spirit rest In such a wretched heart as mine! Unworthy dwelling! glorious guest! Favor 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 every 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 powers rejoice!
5 Let thy kind Spirit in my heart For ever dwell, O God of love! And light and heavenly peace impart— Sweet earnest of the joys above.
411 L. M. The beatitudes.
Blessed are the humble souls that see Their emptiness and poverty; Treasures of grace to them are given, And crowns of joy laid up in heaven.
2 Blessed are the men of broken heart, Who mourn for sin with inward smart; The blood of Christ divinely flows, A healing balm for all their woes.
3 Blessed are the souls who thirst for grace, Hunger and thirst for righteousness; They shall be well supplied, and fed With living streams and living bread.
4 Blessed are the men of peaceful life, Who quench the glowing coals of strife; They shall be called the heirs of bliss, The sons of God, the God of peace.
5 Blessed are the sufferers who partake Of pain and shame for Jesus’ sake; Their souls shall triumph in the Lord: Glory and joy are their reward.
412 L. M. In Christ.
God of my life! thy boundless grace, Chose, pardoned, and adopted me; My rest, my home, my dwelling-place; Father! I come, I come to thee.
2 Jesus, my Hope, my Rock, my Shield! Whose precious blood was shed for me, Into thy hands my soul I yield; Saviour! I come, I come to thee.
413 L. M. He is not ashamed to call them brethren. Heb. 2:11.
Honor and happiness unite To make the Christian’s name a praise; How fair the scene, how clear the light, That fills the remnant of his days!
2 A kingly character he bears, No change his priestly office knows; Unfading is the crown he wears, His joys can never reach a close.
3 Adorned with glory from on high, Salvation shines upon his face; His robe is of the ethereal dye, His steps are dignity and grace.
4 Inferior honors he disdains, Nor stoops to take applause from earth, The King of kings himself maintains The expenses of his heavenly birth.
5 The noblest creature seen below, Ordained to fill a throne above; God gives him all he can bestow, His kingdom of eternal love!
6 My soul is ravished at the thought! Methinks from earth I see him rise! Angels congratulate his lot, And shout him welcome to the skies!
414 C. M. Peace in the storm.
Lord, in whose might the Saviour trod The dark and stormy wave, And trusted in his Father’s arm, Omnipotent to save;—
2 When thickly round our footsteps rise The floods and storms of life, Grant us thy Spirit, Lord, to still The dark and fearful strife.
3 Strong in our trust, on thee reposed, The ocean path we’ll dare, Though waves around us rage and foam, Since thou art present there.
415 C. M. Crying, Abba, Father. Gal. 4:6.
Father! I wait before thy throne; Call me a child of thine; And let the Spirit of thy Son, Fill this poor heart of mine.
2 There shed thy promised love abroad, And make my comfort strong; Then shall I say, my Father, God! With an unwavering tongue.
416 C. M. We have left all, etc. Matt. 19:27.
There is a name I love to hear, I love to speak its worth; It sounds like music in mine ear, The sweetest name on earth.
2 It tells me of a Saviour’s love, Who died to set me free; It tells me of his precious blood, The sinner’s perfect plea.