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Light of light, enlighten me

Author: Miss Winkworth; Benjamin Schmolk Meter: 7.8.7 Appears in 129 hymnals Topics: Whit-Sunday Lyrics: 1 Light of light, enlighten me, Now anew the day is dawning; Sun of grace, the shadows flee, Brighten Thou my Sabbath morning. With Thy joyous sunshine blest, Happy is my day of rest! 2 Fount of all our joy and peace, To Thy living waters lead me; Thou from earth my soul release, And with grace and mercy feed me. Bless Thy Word, that it may prove Rich in fruits that Thou dost love. 3 Kindle Thou the sacrifice That upon my lips is lying; Clear the shadows from mine eyes, That, from every error flying, No strange fire may in me glow That Thine altar doth not know. 4 Let me with my heart to-day, Holy, holy, holy, singing, Rapt awhile from earth away, All my soul to Thee up-springing, Have a foretaste inly given How they worship Thee in heaven. 5 Rest in me and I in Thee, Build a paradise within me; O reveal Thyself to me, Blessed Love, who diedst to win me: Fed from Thine exhaustless urn, Pure and bright my lamp shall burn. 6 Hence all care, all vanity, For the day to God is holy; Come, thou glorious Majesty, Deign to fill this temple lowly; Naught to-day my soul shall move, Simply resting in Thy love. Used With Tune: MEINEN JESUM LASZ ICH NICHT
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Come, Holy Ghost, in love

Author: Ray Palmer; Robert II of France, d. 1031 Meter: 6.4 Appears in 206 hymnals Topics: Whit-Sunday Lyrics: 1 Come, Holy Ghost, in love Shed on us from above Thine own bright ray! Divinely good Thou art; Thy sacred gift impart To gladden each sad heart: O come to-day! 2 Come, tenderest Friend, and best, Our most delightful Guest, With soothing power: Rest, which the weary know, Shad, 'mid the noontide glow, Peace, when deep griefs o'erflow,-- Cheer us, this hour! 3 Come, Light serene, and still Our inmost bosoms fill; Dwell in each breast: We know no dawn but Thine; Send forth Thy beams divine, On our dark souls to shine, And make us blest! 4 Exalt our low desires; Extinguish passion's fires; Heal every wound: Our stubborn spirits bend; Our icy coldness end; Our devious steps attend, While heavenward bound. 5 Come, all the faithful bless; Let all, who Christ confess, His praise employ: Give virtue's rich reward; Victorious death accord, And with our glorious Lord, Eternal joy! Used With Tune: MOSCOW
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Awake, Thou Spirit, who didst fire

Author: Miss Winkworth; Charles Henry Bogatzky Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 38 hymnals Topics: Whit-Sunday Lyrics: 1 Awake, Thou Spirit, who didst fire The watchmen of the Church’s youth, Who faced the foe’s envenomed ire, Who witnessed day and night Thy truth, Whose voices loud are ringing still, And bringing hosts to know Thy will. 2 Lord, let our earnest prayers be heard, The prayer Thy Son hath bid us pray, For lo, Thy children’s hearts are stirred In every land in this our day, To cry with fervent soul to Thee, O help us, Lord! so let it be! 3 O haste to help, ere we are lost! Send preachers forth, in spirit strong, Armed with Thy Word, a dauntless host, Bold to attack the rule of wrong; Let them the earth for Thee reclaim, Thy heritage, to know Thy Name. 4 Would there were help within our walls! O let Thy Spirit come again, Before whom every barrier falls, And now once more shine forth as then! O rend the heavens and make us free! Come, Lord, and bring us back to Thee! 5 And let Thy Word have speedy course, Through every land be glorified, Till all the heathen know its force, And fill Thy churches far and wide; Wake Israel from her sleep, O Lord, And spread the conquests of Thy Word! 6 The Church's desert paths restore; Let stumbling-blocks that in them lie Hinder Thy Word henceforth no more: Error destroy, and heresy, And let Thy Church, from hirelings free, Bloom as a garden fair to Thee! Used With Tune: HEUT TRIUMPHIRET GOTTES SOHN
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Day divine, when in the temple

Author: Thomas H. Gill Meter: 8.7 Appears in 5 hymnals Topics: Whit-Sunday Lyrics: 1 Day divine, when in the temple To the first disciples came Glory new and treasure ample, Mighty gifts and tongues of flame! Day to happy souls commended, When the Holy Ghost was given, When the Comforter descended, Bringing down the joy of heaven! 2 Lord, to-day Thy people learneth No new wonder, no strange tale; Lord, to-day Thy people yearneth Here the Holy Ghost to hail! O'er again to write the story Our weak trembling souls aspire: Unto us may come the glory, Full on us may fall the fire! 3 Hath the Holy ghost been holden By those ancient saints alone? Only may the ages olden Call the Comforter their own? Ah, their portion we inherit, Ours the sorrow, ours the sin: We beseech the Holy Spirit; We the Comforter would win. Used With Tune: ADORATION
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Spirit of truth, on this Thy day

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 75 hymnals Topics: Whit-Sunday Lyrics: 1 Spirit of truth, on this Thy day, To Thee for help we cry, To guide us through the dreary way Of dark mortality. 2 We ask not, Lord, Thy cloven flame, Or tongues of various tone; But long Thy praises to proclaim, With fervor in our own. 3 We mourn not that prophetic skill Is found on earth no more; Enough for us to trace Thy will In Scripture’s sacred lore. 4 When tongues shall cease, and power decay, And knowledge empty prove, Do Thou Thy trembling servants stay, With faith, with hope, and love.
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If God Himself be for me

Author: Richard Massie; Paul Gerhardt Meter: 7.6 Appears in 44 hymnals Topics: Whit-Sunday Lyrics: 1 If God Himself be for me, I may a host defy; For when I pray, before me My foes confounded fly. If Christ, the Head, befriend me, If God be my support, The mischief they intend me Shall quickly come to naught. 2 I build on this foundation, That Jesus and His Blood Alone are my salvation, My true, eternal good: Without Him, all that pleases Is valueless on earth: The gifts I ow to Jesus Alone my love are worth. 3 His Holy Spirit dwelleth Within my willing heart, Tames it when it rebelleth, And soothes the keenest smart. He crown His work with blessing, And helpeth me to cry "My Father!" without ceasing To Him who reigns on high. 4 To mine His Spirit speaketh Sweet words of soothing power, How God to him that seeketh For rest, hath rest in store. How God Himself prepareth My heritage and lot, And though my body weareth, My heaven shall fail me not. Used With Tune: OLD 130TH PSALM
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May we Thy precepts, Lord, fulfil

Author: Edward Osler Appears in 34 hymnals Topics: Whit-Sunday Lyrics: 1 May we Thy precepts, Lord, fulfill And do on earth our Father's will As angels do above: Still walk in Christ, the living Way, With all Thy children, and obey The law of Christian love. 2 So may we join Thy Name to bless, Thy grace adore, Thy power confess, From sin and strife to flee: One is our calling, one our name, The end of all our hopes the same, A crown of life with Thee. 3 Spirit of life, of love and peace, Unite our hearts, our joy increase, Thy gracious help supply: To each of us the blessing give In Christian fellowship to live, In joyful hope to die. Used With Tune: CHAPEL ROYAL
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O Holy Spirit, enter in

Author: Miss Winkworth; Michael Schirmer Appears in 74 hymnals Topics: Whit-Sunday Lyrics: 1 O Holy Spirit, enter in, Among these hearts Thy work begin, Thy temple deign to make us; Sun of the soul, Thou Light Divine, Around and in us brightly shine, To strength and gladness wake us. Where Thou shinest, Life from heaven There is given. We before Thee For that precious gift implore Thee. 2 Left to ourselves we shall but stray; O lead us on the narrow way, With wisest counsel guide us, And give us steadfastness, that we May henceforth truly follow Thee, Whatever woes betide us: Heal thou gently, Hearts now broken, Give some token Thou art near us, Whom we trust to light and cheer us. 3 O mighty Rock! O Source of Life, Let Thy dear Word, 'mid doubt and strife, Be so within us burning, That we be faithful unto death, In Thy pure love and holy faith, From Thee true wisdom learning! Lord, Thy graces, On us shower, By Thy power Christ confessing, Let us win His grace and blessing. 4 O gentle Dew, from heaven now fall With power upon the hearts of all, Thy tenderness instilling; That heart to heart more closely Fruitful in kindly deeds be found, The law of love fulfilling; No wrath, no strife, Here shall grieve Thee, We receive Thee, Where thou livest Peace and love and joy Thou givest. 5 Grant that our days, while life shall last, In purest holiness be past; Our minds so rule and strengthen That thy may rise o'er things of earth, The hopes and joys that here have birth; And if our course Thou lengthen, Keep Thou pure, Lord, From offences, Heart and senses; Blessed Spirit, Bid us thus true life inherit. Used With Tune: WHITSUNDAY
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God calling yet!--shall I not hear?

Author: Gerhard Tersteegen; Jane Borthwick Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 430 hymnals Topics: Whit-Sunday Lyrics: 1 God calling yet!--shall I not hear? Earth's pleasures shall I still hold dear? Shall life's swift passing years all fly, And still my soul in slumbers lie? 2 God calling yet!--shall I not rise? Can I His loving voice despise, And basely His kind care repay? He calls me still; can I delay? 3 God calling yet!--and shall He knock, And I my heart the closer lock? He still is waiting to receive, And shall I dare His Spirit grieve? 4 God calling yet!--and shall I give No heed, but still in bondage live? I wait, but He does not forsake; He calls me still:--my heart, awake! 5 Ah, yield Him all: in Him confide: Where but with Him doth peace abide? Break loose, let earthly bonds be riven, And let the spirit rise to heaven? 6 God calling yet!--I cannot stay; My heart I yield without delay; Vain world, farewell! from thee I part; The voice of God hath reached my heart! Used With Tune: TERSTEEGEN

Spirit of God, unseen as the wind

Author: Margaret V. Old Meter: 8.6.8.6 with refrain Appears in 8 hymnals Topics: Whit Sunday (Pentecost) First Line: You spoke to us long, long ago Used With Tune: SKYE BOAT SONG

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