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Vespers for the holy Ghost.
Hymn XXXV.
[Come holy Spirit, send down those beams]
Come holy Spirit, send down those beams,
Which gently flow, in silent streams,
From thy bright throne above:
Come Thou Enricher of the poor,
And bounteous source of all our store;
Come, fill us with thy love.
Which gently flow, in silent streams,
From thy bright throne above:
Come Thou Enricher of the poor,
And bounteous source of all our store;
Come, fill us with thy love.
Come thou our souls delicious guest;
The weary'd pilgrims sweetest Rest;
The sufferer's best Releef:
Come thou our passions cool Allay:
Whose comfort wips all tears away,
And turns to joy all grief.
The weary'd pilgrims sweetest Rest;
The sufferer's best Releef:
Come thou our passions cool Allay:
Whose comfort wips all tears away,
And turns to joy all grief.
Come bright Sun, shoot home thy darts;
Peirce to the center of our harts,
And make our faith love Thee:
Without thy grace, without thy light,
Our strength is weaknes, our day night;
We can nor move nor see.
Peirce to the center of our harts,
And make our faith love Thee:
Without thy grace, without thy light,
Our strength is weaknes, our day night;
We can nor move nor see.
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Lord wash our sinful stains away;
Water from heav'n our barren clay;
Our many bruses heal:
To thy sweet yoak our stiff necks bow;
Warm with thy fire our harts of snow;
Our wandring feet repeal.
Water from heav'n our barren clay;
Our many bruses heal:
To thy sweet yoak our stiff necks bow;
Warm with thy fire our harts of snow;
Our wandring feet repeal.
O grant thy Faithful, dearest Lord,
Whose only hope is thy sure word,
The seven gifts of thy Spirit:
Grant us in life t'obey thy grace;
Grant us at death to see thy face;
And endles joys inherit.
Whose only hope is thy sure word,
The seven gifts of thy Spirit:
Grant us in life t'obey thy grace;
Grant us at death to see thy face;
And endles joys inherit.
All glory to the sacred Three
One ever-living Deity,
All pow'r and blyss and praise:
As at the first when time begun,
May the same homage stil be done,
Till time it self decays.
One ever-living Deity,
All pow'r and blyss and praise:
As at the first when time begun,
May the same homage stil be done,
Till time it self decays.
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