nd,
Sight to the inly blind;--
Oh! now to all mankind,
"Let there be light!"

3 Spirit of truth and love,
Life-giving holy Dove!
Speed forth thy flight:
Move o'er the water's face,
Bearing the lamp of grace,
And, in earth's darkest place,
"Let there be light!"

John Marriott, 1813.

166 Balerma. C.M.

_Breathing after the Holy Spirit._ (363)

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

2 Look--how we grovel here below,
Fond of these trifling toys!
Our souls, how heavily they go,
To reach eternal joys.

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

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?

5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove
With all thy quickening powers;
Come, shed abroad a Savior's love,
And that shall kindle ours.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

167 Balerma. C.M.

_The Source of Life and Light._ (364)

Great Spirit! by whose mighty power
All creatures live and move,
On us thy benediction shower;
Inspire our souls with love.

2 Hail, Source of light! arise and shine;
Darkness and doubt dispel;
Give peace and joy, for we are thine;
In us forever dwell.

3 From death to life our spirits raise;
Complete redemption bring;
New tongues impart to speak the praise
Of Christ, our God and King.

4 Thine inward witness bear, unknown
To all the world beside;
Exalting, then, we feel, and own
Our Jesus glorified.

Thomas Howels, 1792.

168 Arlington. C.M.

_The Descent of the Spirit._ (369)

Spirit Divine! attend our prayers,
And make this house thy home;
Descend with all thy gracious powers,
Oh, come, great Spirit! come.

2 Come as the light; to us reveal
Our emptiness and woe;
And lead us in those paths of life
Where all the righteous go.

3 Come as the fire; and purge our hearts,
Like sacrificial flame;
Let our whole soul an offering be
To our Redeemer's name.

4 Come as the dove; and spread thy wings,
The wings of peaceful love;
And let thy church on earth become
Blessed as the church above.

5 Come as the wind; with rushing sound
And pentecostal grace;
That all, of woman born, may see
The glory of thy face.

Andrew Reed, 184