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God the Holy Ghost. 109
Lead me to Christ, the Living Way, Nor let me from His pastures stray : Lead me to Heaven, the seat of bliss, Where pleasure in perfection is.
Lead me to holiness, the road That I must take to dwell with God ; Lead to Thy Word, that rules must give, And sure directions how to live.
Lead me to means of grace, where I May own my wants, and seek supply: Lead to Thyself, the Spring from whence To fetch all quickening influence.
Thus I, conducted still by Thee, Of God a child beloved shall be, Here to His family pertain, Hereafter with Him ever reign.
Simon Browne. 172a
XCVII.
Come, 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. |
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