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Come, Holy Spirit, Come

Joseph Hart·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

Come, Holy Spirit, come,
Let Thy bright beams arise;
Dispel the darkness from our minds,
And open all our eyes.

Verse 2

Cheer our desponding hearts,
Thou heavenly Paraclete;
Give us to lie with humble hope
At our Redeemer’s feet.

Verse 3

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

Verse 4

Convince us of our sin,
Then lead to Jesus’ blood,
And to our wondering view reveal
The secret love of God.

Verse 5

’Tis Thine to cleanse the heart,
To sanctify the soul,
To pour fresh life on every part,
And new-create the whole.

Verse 6

Dwell therefore in our hearts,
Our minds from bondage free;
Then we shall know, and praise, and love
The Father, Son, and Thee.

Joseph Hart, “Come, Holy Spirit, Come”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 270 · S.M. · Newland

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Come, Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove

Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all Thy quickening powers;
Kindle a flame of sacred love
In these cold hearts of ours.

Verse 2

Look how we grovel here below,
Fond of these trifling toys;
Our souls can neither fly nor go
To reach eternal joys.

Verse 3

In vain we tune our formal songs,
In vain we strive to rise;
Hosannas languish on our tongues,
And our devotion dies.

Verse 4

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!

Verse 5

Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all Thy quickening powers;
Come, shed abroad a Saviour’s love,
And that shall kindle ours.

Isaac Watts, “Come, Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 277 · C.M. · St. Agnes

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Gracious Spirit, Dove Divine

John Stocker·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

Gracious Spirit, Dove Divine,
Let Thy light within me shine;
All my guilty fears remove,
Fill me full of heaven and love.

Verse 2

Speak Thy pardoning grace to me,
Set the burdened sinner free;
Lead me to the Lamb of God,
Wash me in His precious blood.

Verse 3

Life and peace to me impart;
Seal salvation on my heart;
Breathe Thyself into my breast,
Earnest of immortal rest.

Verse 4

Let me never from Thee stray,
Keep me in the narrow way,
Fill my soul with joy Divine,
Keep me, Lord, for ever Thine.

Presbyterian 1895 No. 281 · 7.7.7.7. · (Mercy)

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Come, Dearest Lord, Descend and Dwell

Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

Come, dearest Lord, descend and dwell
By faith and love in every breast;
Then shall we know and taste and feel
The joys that cannot be expressed.

Verse 2

Come, fill our hearts with inward strength;
Make our enlargèd souls possess
And learn the height, and breadth, and length
Of Thine unmeasurable grace.

Verse 3

Now to the God whose power can do
More than our thoughts or wishes know,
Be everlasting honors done
By all the Church, through Christ His Son.

Isaac Watts, “Come, Dearest Lord, Descend and Dwell”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 285 · L.M. · Federal Street

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Come, Gracious Spirit, Heavenly Dove

Simon Browne·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

Come, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With light and comfort from above;
Be Thou our Guardian, Thou our Guide;
O’er every thought and step preside.

Verse 2

The light of truth to us display,
And make us know and choose Thy way;
Plant holy fear in every heart,
That we from God may ne’er depart.

Verse 3

Lead us to holiness, the road
Which we must take to dwell with God:
Lead us to Christ, the living Way,
Nor let us from His pastures stray.

Verse 4

Lead us to God, our final rest,
To be with Him for ever blest:
Lead us to heaven, that we may share
Fulness of joy for ever there.

Simon Browne, “Come, Gracious Spirit, Heavenly Dove”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 286 · L.M. · Guardian

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Father of Mercies, in Thy Word

Anne Steele·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

Father of mercies, in Thy word
What endless glory shines;
For ever be Thy Name adored
For these celestial lines.

Verse 2

Here may the wretched sons of want
Exhaustless riches find,
Riches above what earth can grant,
And lasting as the mind.

Verse 3

Here the Redeemer’s welcome voice
Spreads heavenly peace around;
And life and everlasting joys
Attend the blissful sound.

Verse 4

O may these heavenly pages be
My ever dear delight;
And still new beauties may I see,
And still increasing light.

Verse 5

Divine Instructor, gracious Lord,
Be Thou forever near;
Teach me to love Thy sacred word,
And view my Saviour there.

Anne Steele, “Father of Mercies, in Thy Word”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 289 · C.M. · Beatitudo

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How Precious Is the Book Divine

John Fawcett·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

How precious is the Book Divine,
By inspiration given:
Bright as a lamp its doctrines shine,
To guide our souls to heaven.

Verse 2

It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts,
In this dark vale of tears;
Life, light, and joy it still imparts,
And quells our rising fears.

Verse 3

This lamp, through all the tedious night
Of life, shall guide our way,
Till we behold the clearer light
Of an eternal day.

John Fawcett, “How Precious Is the Book Divine”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 290 · C.M. · (Beatitudo)

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The Spirit Breathes Upon the Word

William Cowper·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

The Spirit breathes upon the word,
And brings the truth to sight;
Precepts and promises afford
A sanctifying light.

Verse 2

A glory gilds the sacred page,
Majestic, like the sun;
It gives a light to every age;
It gives, but borrows none.

Verse 3

The Hand that gave it still supplies
The gracious light and heat:
His truths upon the nations rise;
They rise, but never set.

Verse 4

Let everlasting thanks be Thine
For such a bright display
As makes a world of darkness shine
With beams of heavenly day.

Verse 5

My soul rejoices to pursue
The steps of Him I love,
Till glory break upon my view
In brighter worlds above.

William Cowper, “The Spirit Breathes Upon the Word”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 291 · C.M. · (Ortonville)

IW
The Heavens Declare Thy Glory, Lord

Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation

Verse 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.

Verse 2

The rolling sun, the changing light,
And nights and days, Thy power confess;
But the blest volume Thou hast writ
Reveals Thy justice and Thy grace.

Verse 3

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.

Verse 4

Nor shall Thy spreading gospel rest
Till through the world Thy truth has run,
Till Christ has all the nations blest
That see the light, or feel the sun.

Verse 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.

Verse 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.

Isaac Watts, “The Heavens Declare Thy Glory, Lord”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 292 · L.M. · Uxbridge

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God, in the Gospel of His Son

Verses 1, 2, Benjamin Beddome, 1787: alt.; verses 3, 4, 5, Thomas Cotterill, 1819·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

God, in the gospel of His Son,
Makes His eternal counsels known;
Where love in all its glory shines,
And truth is drawn in fairest lines.

Verse 2

Here sinners of a humble frame
May taste His grace, and learn His Name;
May read, in characters of blood,
The wisdom, power, and grace of God.

Verse 3

The prisoner here may break his chains;
The weary rest from all his pains;
The captive feel his bondage cease;
The mourner find the way of peace.

Verse 4

Here faith reveals to mortal eyes
A brighter world beyond the skies;
Here shines the light which guides our way
From earth to realms of endless day.

Verse 5

O grant us grace, Almighty Lord,
To read and mark Thy holy word;
Its truths with meekness to receive,
And by its holy precepts live.

Presbyterian 1895 No. 294 · L.M. · (Rockingham New)

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God Calling yet! Shall I Not Hear?

Gerhard Tersteegen·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

God calling yet! shall I not hear?
Earth’s pleasures shall I still hold dear?
Shall life’s swift passing years all fly,
And still my soul in slumbers lie?

Verse 2

God calling yet! shall I not rise?
Can I His loving voice despise,
And basely His kind care repay?
He calls me still; can I delay?

Verse 3

God calling yet! and shall He knock,
And I my heart the closer lock?
He still is waiting to receive,
And shall I dare His Spirit grieve?

Verse 4

God calling yet! and shall I give
No heed, but still in bondage live?
I wait, but He does not forsake;
He calls me still; my heart, awake!

Verse 5

God calling yet! I cannot stay;
My heart I yield without delay:
Vain world, farewell, from thee I part;
The voice of God hath reached my heart.

Gospel Hymns 1895 No. 375 · L.M. · Clolata

JM
Thou, Whose Almighty Word

John Marriott·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

Thou, whose almighty word
Chaos and darkness heard,
And took their flight,
Hear us, we humbly pray;
And, where the gospel day
Sheds not its glorious ray,
Let there be light.

Verse 2

Thou, who didst come to bring
On Thy redeeming wing
Healing and sight,
Health to the sick in mind,
Sight to the inly blind,
O now to all mankind
Let there be light.

Verse 3

Spirit of truth and love,
Life-giving, holy Dove,
Speed forth Thy flight;
Move o’er the waters’ face
Bearing the lamp of grace,
And in earth’s darkest place
Let there be light.

Verse 4

Holy and blessed Three,
Glorious Trinity,
Wisdom, Love, Might!
Boundless as ocean’s tide
Rolling in fullest pride
Through the world, far and wide,
Let there be light.

John Marriott, “Thou, Whose Almighty Word”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 402 · 6.6.4.6.6.6.4. · (Stobel)

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God Calling yet! Shall I Not Hear?

Gerhard Tersteegen, 1735; tr. Sarah B. Findlater, 1855·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

God calling yet! shall I not hear?
Earth’s pleasures shall I still hold dear?
Shall life’s swift passing years all fly,
And still my soul in slumbers lie?

Verse 2

God calling yet! shall I not rise?
Can I His loving voice despise,
And basely His kind care repay?
He calls me still; can I delay?

Verse 3

God calling yet! and shall He knock,
And I my heart the closer lock?
He still is waiting to receive,
And shall I dare His Spirit grieve?

Verse 4

God calling yet! and shall I give
No heed, but still in bondage live?
I wait, but He does not forsake;
He calls me still; my heart, awake!

Verse 5

God calling yet! I cannot stay;
My heart I yield without delay:
Vain world, farewell, from thee I part;
The voice of God hath reached my heart.

Presbyterian 1895 No. 444 · L.M. · Clolata

WC
O for a Closer Walk with God

William Cowper·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

O for a closer walk with God,
A calm and heavenly frame,
A light to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb!

Verse 2

Where is the blessedness I knew
When first I saw the Lord?
Where is the soul-refreshing view
Of Jesus and His word?

Verse 3

What peaceful hours I once enjoyed!
How sweet their memory still!
But they have left an aching void
The world can never fill.

Verse 4

Return, O Holy Dove; return,
Sweet Messenger of rest:
I hate the sins that made Thee mourn
And drove Thee from my breast.

Verse 5

The dearest idol I have known,
Whate’er that idol be,
Help me to tear it from Thy throne,
And worship only Thee.

Verse 6

So shall my walk be close with God,
Calm and serene my frame;
So purer light shall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb.

William Cowper, “O for a Closer Walk with God”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 586 · C.M. · Dalehurst

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Come, Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove

Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all Thy quickening powers;
Kindle a flame of sacred love
In these cold hearts of ours.

Verse 2

Look how we grovel here below,
Fond of these trifling toys;
Our souls can neither fly nor go
To reach eternal joys.

Verse 3

In vain we tune our formal songs,
In vain we strive to rise;
Hosannas languish on our tongues,
And our devotion dies.

Verse 4

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!

Verse 5

Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all Thy quickening powers;
Come, shed abroad a Saviour’s love,
And that shall kindle ours.

Gospel Hymns 1895 No. 681 · C.M. · St. Agnes