Thus Abraham, the friend of God,
Thus all the armies bought with blood,
Saviour of sinners Thee proclaim,—
Sinners of whom the chief I am.

This spotless robe the same appears
When ruined nature sinks in years;
No age can change its glorious hue,
The robe of Christ is ever new.

Oh, let the dead now hear Thy voice;
Bid, Lord, Thy banished ones rejoice;
Their beauty this, their glorious dress,
Jesus, the Lord our Righteousness.

Zinzendorf.*

XXI.

GOD THE SON.

JAMB of God, who Thee receive,
Who in Thee desire to live,
Cry by night and day to Thee,
As Thou art, so let us be.

Fix, O fix our wavering mind,
To Thy cross us firmly bind :
Gladly now we would be clean,
Cleanse our hearts from every sin.

Dust and ashes though we be,
Full of guilt and misery;

Thine we are, Thou Christ of God,
Take the purchase of Thy blood.

* This beautiful hymn is usually attributed in modern collections to Charles Wesley, but it was originally composed by that saintly Moravian, Count Zinzendorf, on his voyage to the West Indies, A.D. 1736. Like the character of the author, it approaches more nearly to the hymns of ancient times than the usual compositions of the present day.

Sinners who in Thee believe,
Everlasting life receive;

They with joy behold Thy face,
Triumph in Thy pardoning grace.

Life deriving from Thy death,
They proceed from faith to faith;
Walk the new, the living way,
Leading to eternal day.

Blessed are those who follow Thee,
While this light of life they see ;
Filled with Thy sacred love,
They Thy quickening power prove.

Praise on earth to Thee be given,
Never-ceasing praise in heaven;
Boundless wisdom, power divine,
Love unspeakable, are Thine!

Schindler.

XXII.

GOD THE HOLY GHOST.

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

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

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

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?

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

XXIII.

Isaac Watts.

GOD THE HOLY GHOST.

JOME, Holy Spirit, come,

Let Thy bright beams arise, Dispel the darkness from our minds, And open all our eyes.

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

Revive our drooping faith,

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

Convince us of our sin,

Then lead to Jesu's blood,

And to our wondering view reveal

The secret love of God.

'Tis Thine to cleanse the heart,

To sanctify the soul,

Το pour fresh life in every part,

And new create the whole.

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.

XXIV.

GOD THE HOLY GHOST.

SPIRIT of the living God!

In all Thy plenitude of grace,
Where'er the foot of man hath trod,
Descend on our apostate race!

Give tongues of fire and hearts of love
To preach the reconciling word;
Give power and unction from above,
Whene'er the joyful sound is heard.

Be darkness, at Thy coming, Light;
Confusion, order in Thy path ;
Souls without strength inspire with might,
Bid mercy triumph over wrath.

O Spirit of the Lord! prepare

All the round earth her God to meet ; Breathe Thou abroad like morning air, Till hearts of stone begin to beat.

Baptize the nations far and nigh;

The triumphs of Thy cross record;

The name of Jesus glorify,

Till every kindred call Him Lord.

James Montgomery.

XXV.

GOD THE HOLY GHOST.

PIRIT of Mercy, Truth, and Love!
O shed Thine influence from above,
And still from age to age convey

The wonders of this sacred day.

In every clime, by every tongue,
Be God's amazing glory sung;
And let the listening earth be taught
The acts our great Redeemer wrought.

Unfailing Comfort! Heavenly Guide,
Still o'er Thy Holy Church preside;
Still may mankind Thy blessings prove,
Spirit of Mercy, Truth, and Love.

NARAYENA,* THE HOLY SPIRIT.
PIRIT of Spirits, who through every part
Of space expanded and of endless time,
Beyond the stretch of labouring thought
sublime,

Bad'st uproar into beauteous order start,
Before Heaven was, Thou art.

Ere spheres beneath us roll'd on spheres above,
Ere earth in firmamental ether hung,
Thou sat'st alone, till through Thy mystic love,
Things unexisting to existence sprung,

And grateful descant sung.

* Narayena, in the Sanskrit, signifies 'The Spirit of God,' or He who moved on the Waters, which we know to have been the work of the Third Person in the Trinity, according to Genesis i. 2.