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Hymns from the East
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I
Even as Thou saidst, the Spirit came,
In fiery tongues of living flame;
And men were moved to spread abroad,
The Wisdom of th’ Incarnate God.
II
And nations heard the truth, and gave
Their souls to Him who came to save;
And toiling in their sins, arose
The power of Satan to oppose.
III
Even as Thou saidst; the Spirit’s power
Came at the Pentecostal hour,
And drooping souls with zeal were fired,
And felt the life that power inspired.
IV
Even as Thou saidst, the Spirit’s voice
Spake to dull hearts, and bade rejoice;
And men that dwelt in sorrow’s night,
Felt hope awake as morning light.
V
Even as Thou saidst; His power can still
Our empty lives to fulness fill;
Can charge with hope, with zeal inspire,
And kindle life, and light, and fire.
VI
Even as Thou saidst! – O Spirit, come,
Make with Thy people here Thy home;
In all their need Thy gifts supply,
And Christ our Lord still glorify.
I
O may the Spirit of all grace
Descend and in our hearts abide,
And what of good or ill betide,
Find in them aye a resting-place.
II
There is no peace to mortals given,
Save when the Spirit finds His rest
Within the secret of our breast,
And there inspires the calm of heaven.
III
Our earthly calms a storm presage,
They whisper peace, and tempests rise,
And clouds obscure the brightest skies,
And winds, and waves in tumult rage.
IV
No storm disturbs the heavenly peace,
No whispering fills the soul with fears
As when the brooding tempest nears,
And clouds around our path increase.
V
’Tis lasting calm, ’tis heavenly rest;
Come, Spirit of the Living God,
And in our spirits shed abroad
The peace that makes the troubled blest.
COMMUNION
I
Let Thy Blood in mercy poured,
Let thy gracious Body broken,
Be to me, O gracious Lord
Of Thy boundless love the token;
Thou didst give Thyself for me,
Now I give myself to Thee.
II
Thou didst die that I might live; —
Blessed Lord Thou cam’st to save me;
All that love of God could give,
Jesus by His sorrows gave me; —
Thou didst give Thyself for me,
Now I give myself to Thee.
III
By the thorns that crowned Thy brow,
Even as Thou saidst, the Spirit came,
In fiery tongues of living flame;
And men were moved to spread abroad,
The Wisdom of th’ Incarnate God.
II
And nations heard the truth, and gave
Their souls to Him who came to save;
And toiling in their sins, arose
The power of Satan to oppose.
III
Even as Thou saidst; the Spirit’s power
Came at the Pentecostal hour,
And drooping souls with zeal were fired,
And felt the life that power inspired.
IV
Even as Thou saidst, the Spirit’s voice
Spake to dull hearts, and bade rejoice;
And men that dwelt in sorrow’s night,
Felt hope awake as morning light.
V
Even as Thou saidst; His power can still
Our empty lives to fulness fill;
Can charge with hope, with zeal inspire,
And kindle life, and light, and fire.
VI
Even as Thou saidst! – O Spirit, come,
Make with Thy people here Thy home;
In all their need Thy gifts supply,
And Christ our Lord still glorify.
I
O may the Spirit of all grace
Descend and in our hearts abide,
And what of good or ill betide,
Find in them aye a resting-place.
II
There is no peace to mortals given,
Save when the Spirit finds His rest
Within the secret of our breast,
And there inspires the calm of heaven.
III
Our earthly calms a storm presage,
They whisper peace, and tempests rise,
And clouds obscure the brightest skies,
And winds, and waves in tumult rage.
IV
No storm disturbs the heavenly peace,
No whispering fills the soul with fears
As when the brooding tempest nears,
And clouds around our path increase.
V
’Tis lasting calm, ’tis heavenly rest;
Come, Spirit of the Living God,
And in our spirits shed abroad
The peace that makes the troubled blest.
COMMUNION
I
Let Thy Blood in mercy poured,
Let thy gracious Body broken,
Be to me, O gracious Lord
Of Thy boundless love the token;
Thou didst give Thyself for me,
Now I give myself to Thee.
II
Thou didst die that I might live; —
Blessed Lord Thou cam’st to save me;
All that love of God could give,
Jesus by His sorrows gave me; —
Thou didst give Thyself for me,
Now I give myself to Thee.
III
By the thorns that crowned Thy brow,
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