CCLXII.

LITANY TO THE HOLY SPIRIT.

By Dr. Herrick, Rector of Dean Prior, in Devonshire. in the time of Charles II. (Corrected.)

1. IN the hour of my distress, When the fears of death oppress, And when I my sins confess;

Sweet Spirit! comfort me!

2. When (God knows) I'm toss'd about
Either with despair or doubt;
Yet, before my glass is out,

Sweet Spirit, comfort me.

3. When I lie within my bed, Sick in heart and sick in head; And with doubts discomfited;

Sweet Spirit, comfort me.

4. When the house doth sigh and weep, And the world is drown'd in sleep, Yet mine eyes the watch do keep; Sweet Spirit, comfort me.

5. When the tempter me pursu❜th With the sins of all my youth, And half damns me with untruth;

Sweet Spirit, comfort me!

CCLXIII.

SECOND PART.

6. WHEN my weakness would persuade
To distrust my Saviour's aid,
On whom mighty help was laid;
Sweet Spirit! comfort me.

7. When the passing bell doth toll,
Signal of the parting soul;
Thou, who only canst console,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me.

8. When the tapers round burn blue,
And my comforters are few ;
Yet that number more than true:
Sweet Spirit, comfort me.

9. When the priest his last hath pray'd, And I nod to what is said,

'Cause my speech is now decay'd ;Sweet Spirit, comfort me.

10. When the judgment is reveal'd, And that open'd which was seal'd: When to Thee I have appeal'd;

Sweet Spirit, comfort me!

CCLXIV.

A MORNING THOUGHT.

Words by the late Rev. James Whitelaw.
Music, as 25th Hymn.

1. WHILE in the east yon cheering ray,
Chasing the shades of night away,
Invites a world, refresh'd, to raise
Its orison of prayer and praise;

2. May Faith behold, with wondering eyes,
A far more radiant sUN arise :
The glorious Day-Spring from on high,
That cheers the sin-benighted eye.

3. Raptured, I hail that grateful light

That fears no cloud, that knows no night! Sweet hope, and peace, and joy it brings, With heavenly healing on its wings. 4. LORD! pour thy vivifying light O'er error's gloom, o'er nature's night: Till each dark soul illumined be; And every eye Thy glory see.

5. Oh! may its love-inspiring ray

Through sin and folly guide my way;
And gild, when I resign this breath,
The vale, the shadowy vale of DEATH!

CCLXV.

THE GLORY OF MAN.

"Is as the flower of grass." 1st Peter, 1, 24. Words by C. Wesley. Music, as 32nd Ps. Mel. Sac. 1. THE Morning flowers display their sweets, And gay their silken leaves unfold:

As careless of the noontide heats;
As fearless of the evening cold.
2. Nipt by the wind's unkindly blast,
Parch'd by the sun's directer ray;
Their momentary glories waste:

Their short-lived beauties die away! 3. So blooms the human face divine :—

While youth its pride of beauty shows, Fairer than spring the colours shine, And sweeter than the virgin rose. 4. Or worn by slowly-rolling years, Or broke by sickness in a day; The fading glory disappears:

The short-lived beauties die away.

5. Yet these, new-rising from the tomb,
With lustre brighter far shall shine:-
Revive, with ever-during bloom,
Safe from diseases and decline,

Let

6. Let sickness blast, let death devour,

If HEAVEN will recompence our pains:
Perish the grass, and fade the flower,
If firm the WORD OF GOD remains!

CCLXVI.

THE PILGRIM'S SONG.
(Air, Henbury.)

1. RISE, my soul; and stretch thy wings!
Thy better portion trace:
Rise from transitory things

Towards heaven, thy native place.
Sun, and moon, and stars decay;
Time shall soon this earth remove:
Rise, my soul, and haste away
To seats prepared above!

2. Rivers to the ocean run,

Nor stay in all their course:
Fire ascending, seeks the sun:

Both speed them to their source.
Thus a soul new-born of God

Pants to view His glorious face:
Upward tends to His abode,
To rest in His embrace.