Thirsting for Divine Influence. HYMN 120. C.M. The Quickening Spirit. COME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, In these cold hearts of ours. 2 In vain we tune our formal songs, Hosannas languish on our tongues,' 23 Dear Lord! and shall we ever live 4 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, Thirsting for Divine Influence. COME, Holy Ghost, all-quick'ning fire, If now in thee begin to live, 3 Eager for thee I ask and pant, So strong the principle divine Carries me out with sweet constraint, Till all my hallow'd soul is thine; Plunged in the Godhead's deepest sca, And lost in thy immensity. The Fallen State of Man. 4 My peace, my life, my comfort thou, 5 Come, then, my God, mark out thy heir; C. WESLEY. SECTION IV. THE APOSTACY OF MAN. HYMN 122. C.M. The Fallen State of Man. BLESS'D with the joys of innocence, 2 Now, we are born a sensual race, And flesh enslaves the mind. 3 While flesh, and sense, and passion, reign, Sin is the sweetest good: We fancy music in our chain, And so forget the load. 4 Great God! renew our ruin'd frame; Sin universal. 6 Eternal Spirit! write thy law HYMN 123. C.M. Man enslaved by Sin. ENSLAVED to sense, to pleasure prone, Father, our helplessness we own, And trembling taste our food. 2 Trembling we taste; for, ah! no more 3 Cursed for the sake of wretched man, 4 Grovelling on earth we still must lie, Till Christ, descending from on high, lafected nature heal. 5 Come, then, our heavenly Adam, come, Hallow our food, reverse our doom, 6 Turn the full stream of nature's tide : To thee their source; thy love the guide; 7 Earth then a scale to heaven shall be ; The creatures all shall lead to thee, And all we taste be God. C. WESLEY. Sin universal C.M. WHEN Adam sinn'd, through all his race Sickness, and death, and deep disgrace God eternal, Man mortal. 2 Corruption flows through all their veins: Our moral beauty's gone; The gold has fled, the dross remains; 3 Jesus, reveal thy pard'ning grace, PART II. SECTION I. DEATH. HYMN 125. C.M. God eternal, Man mortal. O GOD! our help in ages past, 2 Under the shadow of thy throne, And our defence is sure. 3 Before the hills in order stood, 4 A thousand ages, in thy sight, Short as the watch that ends the night, 5 The busy tribes of flesh and blood, The Frailty of Human Life. 6 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, 7 O God! our help in ages past, Be thou our guard while life shall last, WATTS. C.M. The Frailty of Human Life. THEE we adore, eternal Name, And humbly own to thee, 2 Our wasting lives grow shorter still, 3 The year rolls round and steals away 4 Dangers stand thick thro' all the ground, And fierce diseases wait around To hurry mortals home. 5 Great God! on what a slender thread 6 Infinite joy or endless woe, Attends on every breath; 7 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense, WATTS. |