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HYMN 20. Second Part. L.M.
The influences of the Holy Spirit experienced. (cont.)

3	And light and heav'nly peace impart, Sweet earnest of the joys above.

HYMN 20. Third Part. C.M.
Breathing after the Holy Spirit. (cont.)

1	COME, Holy Spirit, heav'nly dove,    With all thy quick'ning pow'rs, Kindle a flame of sacred love    In these cold hearts of ours.
2	Look, how we grovel here below,    Fond of these trifling toys: Our souls can neither fly nor go,    To reach eternal joys.
3	In vain we tune our formal songs,    In vain we strive to rise, Hosannas languish on our tongues,    And our devotion dies.
4	Dear Lord! and shall we ever live    At this poor, dying rate? Our love so faint, so cold to thee,    And thine to us so great?
5	Come, holy Spirit, heav'nly dove,    With all thy quick'ning pow'rs, Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love.    And that shall kindle ours.

HYMN 21. First Part. L.M.
The Church.

1	SHOUT: for the blessed Jesus reigns, Thro' distant lands his triumphs spread; And sinners, freed from endless pains, Own him their Saviour and their head.
2	He calls his chosen from afar, They all at Zion's gate arrive; Those who were dead in sin before, By sov'reign grace are made alive.

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HYMN 21. First Part. L.M.
The Church. (cont.)

3	Gentiles and Jews his laws obey, Nations remote their off'rings bring, And, unconstrain'd their homage pay To their exalted God and king.
4	O may his holy Church increase, His word and Spirit still prevail; While angels celebrate his praise, And saints his growing glories hail!
5	Loud hallelujahs to the Lamb, From all below and all above; In lofty songs exalt his name, In songs, as lasting as his love.

HYMN 21. Second Part. L.M.
Election sovereign and free.

1	BEHOLD! the potter moulds the clay, His vessel forms himself to please: Such is our God, and such are we, The subjects of his just decrees.
2	Doth not the workman's pow'r extend O'er all the mass; which pnrt to choose, And mould it for a nobler end; And which to leave for viler use?
3	May not the sov 'reign Lord on high Dispense his favours as he will; Choose some to life, while others die; And yet be just and glorious still?
4	What, if to make his terror known, He lets his patience long endure, Suff'ring vile rebels to go on, And seal their own destruction sure?
5	What, if he mean to show his grace, And his electing love employ To mark out some of mortal race, And form them fit for heav'nly joy?