Holy Spirit, Fount of blessing, Ever watchful, ever kind, Thy celestial aid possessing, Prisoned souls deliverance find. 2 Seal of truth, and Bond of union, Source of light, and Flame of love, Symbol of divine communion, In the olive-bearing dove. 3 Heavenly Guide from paths of error, Comforter of minds distressed, When the billows fill with terror; Pointing to an ark of rest. 4 Promised Pledge, eternal Spirit, Greater than all gifts below, May our hearts thy grace inherit; May our lips thy glories show! Thomas J. Judkin. 177 Fill Me Now. 8s & 7s. _The Source of Consolation._ Holy Ghost, dispel our sadness; Pierce the clouds of nature's night; Come, thou Source of joy and gladness, Breathe thy life, and spread thy light. 2 From the height which knows no measure, As a gracious shower descend, Bringing down the richest treasure Man can wish, or God can send. 3 Author of the new creation, Come with unction and with power; Make our hearts thy habitation; On our souls thy graces shower. 4 Hear, O hear our supplication, Blessed Spirit, God of peace! Rest upon this congregation, With the fullness of thy grace. Paul Gerhardt, 1653. Tr. by J.C. Jacobi, 1725. Alt. 178 Kentucky. S.M. _Guilt and Helplessness of Man._ (405) Ah! how shall fallen man Be just before his God? If he contend in righteousness, We fall beneath his rod. 2 If he our ways should mark With strict inquiring eyes, Could we for one of thousand faults A just excuse devise? 3 All-seeing, powerful God, Who can with thee contend? Or who that tries the unequal strife, Shall prosper in the end? 4 Ah! how shall guilty man Contend with such a God? None, none can meet him and escape, But through the Savior's blood. Isaac Watts, 1707. 179 Kentucky. S.M. _An Evil Heart._ (406) Astonished and distressed, I turn mine eyes within; My heart with loads of guilt oppressed, The source of every sin. 2 What crowds of evil thoughts, What vile affections there! Envy and pride, deceit and guile, Distrust and slavish fear. 3 Almighty King of saints! These tyrant lusts subdue; Drive the old serpent from his seat, And all my powers renew. 4 This done,--my cheerful voice Shall loud hosannas raise; My heart shall glow with gratitude, My lips be filled with praise. Benjamin Beddome, 1787. 180 Olmutz. S.M. _The Reign of Sin._ (407) How heavy is the night That hangs upon our eyes, Till Christ with his reviving light Over our souls arise. 2 Our guilty spirits dread To meet the wrath of heaven; But, in his righteousness arrayed, We see our sins forgiven. 3 The powers of hell agree To hold our souls in vain; He sets the sons of bondage free, And breaks the cursed chain. 4 Lord, we adore thy ways To bring us near to God, Thy sovereign power, thy healing grace, And thine atoning blood. Isaac Watts, 1709. 181 Downs. C.M.