WHEN God of old came down from heaven, In power and wrath He came ; Before His feet the clouds were riven, Half darkness and half flame : But when He came the second time, ; He came in power and love Softer than gale at morning prime Hover'd His holy Dove. The fires, that rush'd on Sinai down And as on Israel's awe-struck ear So, when the Spirit of our God A voice from heaven was heard abroad, It fills the Church of God; it fills Only in stubborn hearts and wills No place for it is found. Come Lord, come Wisdom, Love, and Power, Open our ears to hear; Let us not miss the accepted hour; Save, Lord, by love or fear. Amen. 236. SPIRIT of truth, Thy grace impart, Light in Thy light O may we see, Revived and cheer'd and bless'd by Thee, 'Tis Thine to soothe the sorrowing mind, Subdue the power of every sin, That we, in singleness of heart, C.M. Amen. 237. COME, Holy Spirit, come! Dispel the sorrow from our minds, Convince us all of sin, Then lead us to the Lord, And to our wondering view reveal S.M. Revive our drooping faith, Our doubts and fears remove; And kindle in our breasts the flame Of never-dying love. Dwell Thou within our hearts, So shall we know, and praise, and love, Amen. 238. PARENT of all, whose love display'd Fain would we chant to Thee the song, Taught by Thy Word this festal day That still our lips Thy praise may show, Sing Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. L.M. 239. WE give immortal praise Eternal Son, To die for sin That man had done. To God the Son belongs And now He lives, And now He reigns, And sees the fruit To God the Spirit's Name His work completes Almighty God! to Thee Be endless honour done, And the mysterious One: With all her powers, And love adores. P.M. 240. ROUND the Lord in glory seated, Lord, Thy glory fills the heaven, Heaven is still with glory ringing, "Holy, holy, holy," singing, P.M. "Lord of hosts, the Lord most High." With His Seraph train before Him, "Lord, Thy glory fills the heaven, Earth is with its fulness stored; Unto Thee be glory given, Holy, holy, holy Lord." 241. WHO are these array'd in white, Foremost of the sons of light, Nearest the eternal throne ? P.M. |