Like morning—when her early breeze

Breaks up the surface of the seas,

That, in their furrows, dark with night,

Her hand may sow the seeds of light—

2 Thy grace can send its breathings o’er

The spirit dark and lost before;

And, freshening all its depths, prepare

For truth divine to enter there.

3 Till David touched his sacred lyre,

In silence lay the unbreathing wire;

But when he swept its chords along,

Then angels stooped to hear the song.

4 So sleeps the soul, till thou, O Lord,

Shall deign to touch its lifeless chord;

Till, waked by thee, its breath shall rise,

In music worthy of the skies.

O Lord! and shall thy Spirit rest

In such a wretched heart as mine!

Unworthy dwelling! glorious guest!

Favor astonishing, divine!

2 When sin prevails, and gloomy fear,

And hope almost expires in night,

Lord, can thy Spirit then be here,

Great Spring of comfort, life, and light?

3 Sure the blest Comforter is nigh!

’Tis he sustains my fainting heart;

Else would my hopes for ever die,

And every cheering ray depart.

Blessed are the humble souls that see

Their emptiness and poverty;

Treasures of grace to them are given,

And crowns of joy laid up in heaven.

2 Blessed are the men of broken heart,

Who mourn for sin with inward smart;

The blood of Christ divinely flows,

A healing balm for all their woes.

3 Blessed are the souls who thirst for grace,

Hunger and thirst for righteousness;

They shall be well supplied, and fed

With living streams and living bread.

4 Blessed are the men of peaceful life,

Who quench the glowing coals of strife;

They shall be called the heirs of bliss,

The sons of God, the God of peace.

5 Blessed are the sufferers who partake

Of pain and shame for Jesus’ sake;

Their souls shall triumph in the Lord:

Glory and joy are their reward.

God of my life! thy boundless grace,

Chose, pardoned, and adopted me;

My rest, my home, my dwelling-place;

Father! I come, I come to thee.

Honor and happiness unite

To make the Christian’s name a praise;

How fair the scene, how clear the light,

That fills the remnant of his days!

2 A kingly character he bears,

No change his priestly office knows;

Unfading is the crown he wears,

His joys can never reach a close.

3 Adorned with glory from on high,

Salvation shines upon his face;

His robe is of the ethereal dye,

His steps are dignity and grace.

4 Inferior honors he disdains,

Nor stoops to take applause from earth,

The King of kings himself maintains

The expenses of his heavenly birth.

5 The noblest creature seen below,

Ordained to fill a throne above;

God gives him all he can bestow,

His kingdom of eternal love!

6 My soul is ravished at the thought!

Methinks from earth I see him rise!

Angels congratulate his lot,

And shout him welcome to the skies!

Lord, in whose might the Saviour trod

The dark and stormy wave,

And trusted in his Father’s arm,

Omnipotent to save;—

Father! I wait before thy throne;

Call me a child of thine;

And let the Spirit of thy Son,

Fill this poor heart of mine.

2 There shed thy promised love abroad,

And make my comfort strong;

Then shall I say, my Father, God!

With an unwavering tongue.

There is a name I love to hear,

I love to speak its worth;

It sounds like music in mine ear,

The sweetest name on earth.

2 It tells me of a Saviour’s love,

Who died to set me free;

It tells me of his precious blood,

The sinner’s perfect plea.

3 It tells me of a Father’s smile,

Beaming upon his child;

It cheers me through this “little while,”

Through desert, waste, and wild.

4 It bids my trembling heart rejoice;

It dries each rising tear;

It tells me in “a still small voice,”

To trust and never fear.

Lord, let thy Spirit penetrate

This heart and soul of mine;

And my whole being with thy grace

Pervade, O Life divine!

2 As this clear air surrounds the earth,

Thy grace around me roll;

As the fresh light pervades the air,

So pierce and fill my soul.

3 As from these clouds drops down in love

The precious summer rain,

So from thyself pour down the flood

That freshens all again.

4 As these fair flowers exhale their scent

In gladness at our feet,

So from thyself let fragrance breathe,

More heavenly and more sweet.

5 Thus life within our lifeless hearts,

Shall make its glad abode;

And we shall shine in beauteous light

Filled with the light of God.

Great source of life and light!

Thy heavenly grace impart,

Thy Holy Spirit grant, and write

Thy law upon my heart;

2 Long as my trials last,

Long as the cross I bear,

O, let my soul on thee be cast

In confidence and prayer!

Conduct me to the shore

Of everlasting peace,

Where storm and tempest rise no more,

Where sin and sorrow cease.

Thy Spirit shall unite

Our souls to thee our Head;

Shall form us to thine image bright,

That we thy paths may tread.

2 Death may our souls divide

From these abodes of clay;

But love shall keep us near thy side

Through all the gloomy way.

3 Since Christ and we are one,

Why should we doubt or fear!

If he in heaven hath fixed his throne,

He’ll fix his members there.

BlessÉd are the sons of God;

They are bought with Jesus’ blood;

They are ransomed from the grave

Life eternal they shall have;

With them numbered may we be,

Here, and in eternity.

Call Jehovah thy salvation,

Rest beneath th’ Almighty’s shade;

In his secret habitation

Dwell, and never be dismayed.

Guile nor violence can harm thee,

In eternal silence there;

There no tumult shall alarm thee;

Thou shalt dread no hidden snare.

2 Since with pure and firm affection

Thou on God hast set thy love,

With the wings of his protection

He will shield thee from above:

Thou shalt call on him in trouble;

He will hearken; he will save;

Here for grief reward thee double;

Crown with life beyond the grave.

Our blest Redeemer, ere he breathed

His tender, last farewell,

A Guide, a Comforter, bequeathed

With us to dwell.

We ask for peace, O Lord!

Thy children ask thy peace;

Not what the world calls rest,

That toil and care should cease,

That through bright sunny hours

Calm life should fleet away,

And tranquil night should fade

In smiling day—

It is not for such peace that we would pray.

2 We ask for peace, O Lord!

Yet not to stand secure,

Girt round with iron pride,

Contented to endure:

Crushing the gentle strings,

That human hearts should know,

Untouched by others’ joys

Or others’ woe;

Thou, O dear Lord, wilt never teach us so.

3 We ask thy peace, O Lord!

Through storm, and fear, and strife,

To light and guide us on,

Through a long struggling life:

4 It is thine own, O Lord!

Who toil while others sleep,

Who sow with loving care

What other hands shall reap:

They lean on thee entranced

In calm and perfect rest:

Give us that peace, O Lord!

Divine and blest,

Thou keepest for those hearts who love thee best.

O Thou that hearest prayer,

Attend our humble cry,

And let thy servants share

Thy blessings from on high:

We plead the promise of thy word;

Grant us thy Holy Spirit, Lord.

2 If earthly parents hear

Their children when they cry—

If they, with love sincere,

Their varied wants supply—

Much more wilt thou thy love display,

And answer when thy children pray.

Let others boast their ancient line,

In long succession great;

In the proud list let heroes shine,

And monarchs swell the state,

Descended from the King of kings,

Each saint a nobler title sings.