5 Soon shall ye hear him say,
Ye blessed children, come`;

Soon will he call you hence away,
And take his pilgrims home.

212. C. M. Rippon's Selection.

The work of the Spirit represented by the wind; or, sovereign saving grace. John iii. 8.

1 THE blessed Spirit, like the wind,
Blows when and where he please;
How happy are the men who feel
The soul-enliv'ning breeze.

2 He forms the carnal mind afresh,
Subdues the pow'r of sin,
Transforms the heart of stone to flesh,
And plants his grace within.

3 He sheds abroad the Father's love,
Applies redeeming blood,

Bids both our guilt and grief remove,
And brings us near to God.

4 Lord, fill each dead benighted soul
With life, and light, and joy;
None can thy mighty pow'r control,
Thy glorious work destroy,

213. L. M. Doddridge.

The Spirit's influence compared to living water. 1 BLESS'D Jesus, source of grace divine, What soul-refreshing streams are thine! Oh, bring these healing waters nigh, Or we must droop, and fall, and die. 2 No traveller through desert lands, 'Midst scorching suns, and burning sands, More needs the current to obtain, Or, to enjoy refreshing rain.

3 Our longing souls aloud would sing, Spring up, celestial fountain, spring! To a redundant river flow,

And cheer this thirsty land below.

4 May this blest torrent near my side,
Through all the desert gently glide;
Then, in Emmanuel's land above,
Spread to a sea of joy and love!

214. S. M. Rippon's Selec.
The Holy Spirit invoked.

1 COME, Holy Spirit, come,
With energy divine;

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

2 From the celestial hills,

Life, light, and joy dispense!
And may I daily, hourly feel
Thy quick'ning influence.

3 Melt, melt this frozen heart;
This stubborn will subdue;
Each evil passion overcome,
And form me all anew.

4 Mine will the profit be,

But thine shall be the praise;
And unto thee I will devote

The remnant of my days.

215. L. M. Hart.

Altered.

Heaven and earth shall pass away, but my word shall not pass away. Matth. xxiv. 35.

1 THE moon and stars shall lose their light,
The sun shall sink in endless night;
Both heav'n and earth shall pass away.
The works of nature all decay;

2 But they that in the Lord confide,
And shelter in his wounded side,
Shall see the danger overpast,
Stand ev'ry storm and live at last.

3 What Christ has said, must be fulfill'd,
On this firm rock believers build;
His word shall stand, his truth prevail,
And not one jot or tittle fail.

4 His word is this, (ye seamen hear,)
"Believe on me, and banish fear:
But he that will not me obey,
Shall perish in the last great day."

216. C. M. Gospel Melodies.

"It is I, be not afraid." Matth. xiv. 27.

1 LOST in a storm of guilt, my soul!
No pilot at the helm ;

The mountain billows seem to roll,
Prepar❜d to overwhelm.

2 In vain I seek some friendly shore,
To save my shatter'd bark;

But rending tempests round me roar,
Terrific, deep and dark.

3 Death glares in his most awful form,
Before my sinful heart,

He rides upon the mingling storm,
And shakes his quiv'ring dart!

4 When sudden as the billows ride,
In robes of white array'd,

A form appear'd, and sweetly cried-
""Tis I, be not afraid!"

5 Peace to my rescu'd soul he deign'd
With matchless grace to give;

And bade me, tho' with guilt thus stain'd,
Repent, believe and live.

6 'Twas Jesus o'er the waters came,
And sav'd me from despair;

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That I in heaven might praise his name,
With rescu'd millions there.

217. C. M. Newton.

Thunder.

1 WHEN a black overspreading cloud
Has darken'd all the air;
And peals of thunder roaring loud,
Proclaim the tempest near;

2 Then guilt and fear, the fruits of sin,
The sinner oft pursue;

A louder storm is heard within,
And conscience thunders too.

3 The law a fiery language speaks,
His danger he perceives;
Like Satan who his ruin seeks,
He trembles and believes.

4 But when the sky serene appears,
And thunders roll no more;
He soon forgets his vows and fears,
Just as he did before.

5 But whither shall the sinner flee,
When nature's mighty frame,
The pond'rous earth, and air and sea,
Shall all dissolve in flame?

6 Lord, let thy mercy find a way To touch each stubborn heart; That they may never hear thee say, "Ye cursed ones, depart."