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AMB 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
Duft and ashes though we be,
Full of guilt and misery ;
Thine we are, Thou Christ of God,
Take the purchase of Thy blood.
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 fee;
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 !
PIRIT of Mercy, Truth and Love!
O fhed 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
Bad'st uproar into beauteous order start,
Before Heaven was, Thou art.
Ere spheres beneath us rollid on spheres above,
Ere earth in firmamental ether hung,
Thou fat'ft alone, 'till through Thy myftic love,
Things unexisting to existence fprung,
And grateful descant fung.
What first impelled Thee to exert Thy might?
Goodness unlimited. What glorious light
Thy power directed ? Wisdom without bound-
What proved it first. Oh! guide my fancy right,
Oh! raise from cumbrous ground
My soul in rapture drowned,
That fearless it may soar on wings of fire;
For Thou, who only know'ft, Thou only canst inspire!
My soul absorbed One only Being knows,
Of all perceptions One abundant Source,
Whence every object every moment flows :
* Narayena, in the Sanskrit, fignifies “ 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.
Suns here derive their force,
Hence planets learn their course;
But suns and fading worlds I view no more-
God only I perceive, God only I adore !
THOU, whom neither time nor space
Can comprehend, unseen, unknown;
Nor Faith in boldest flight can trace,
Save through Thy Spirit and Thy Son!
And Thou, who from Thy bright abode,
To us in mortal weakness shown,
Didst graft the manhood into God,
Eternal, Co-Eternal, Son!
And Thou, whose Unction from on High,
By Comfort, Light, and Love is known;
Who, with the parent Deity,
Dread Spirit! art for ever ONE.
Great First and Laft! Thy blessing give ;
And grant us faith, Thy gift alone -
To love and praise Thee while we live,
And do whate'er Thou would'nt have done
HESE are Thy glorious works, Parent of
Almighty! Thine this universal frame,
Thus wondrous fair; Thyself how
Unspeakable, Who site'st above these heavens,
To us invisible, or dimly seen
In these Thy lowest works ; yet these declare
Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Speak, ye who best can tell,
fons of light,
Angels; for ye behold Him, and with songs
And choral symphonies, day without night,
Circle His throne rejoicing : ye in heaven ;
On earth join all ye creatures to extol
Him first, Him laft, Him midit, and without end.
Fairest of stars, last in the train of night,
If better thou belong not to the dawn,
Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn
With Thy bright circlet, praise Him in thy sphere
While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
His praise, ye winds, that from four quarters blow,
Breathe soft or loud; and wave your tops, ye pines,
With every plant, in sign of worship wave.
Fountains, and ye that warble as ye flow,
Melodious murmurs, warbling, tune His praise.
Join voices, all ye living souls : ye birds,
That singing up to heaven-gate ascend,
Bear on your wings and in your notes His praise.