What that implies O could I be, Whene'er to God I bend the knee! Thus fervent, reverent, and meek, When I for heavenly blessings seek! But ah! I have a foe within, No print can shew the power of sin! This cools my fervour and desires, This unbelief and dread inspires. O for thy holy Spirit, Lord! This to my prayers shall life afford! With Samuel's faith my soul supply, Whene'er I to thy throne draw nigh. _London, Published by R. Miller, Old Fish Street, Doctors Commons._ ------------------------------------------------------------------------ N^o. 26. [Illustration] WHITSUNDAY. Watts. Great was the day, the joy was great, When the divine disciples met, Whilst on their heads the Spirit came, And sat like tongues of cloven flame. What gifts, what miracles he gave! And pow'r to kill, and pow'r to save! Furnish'd their tongues with wond'rous words, Instead of shields, and spears, and swords! Thus arm'd, he sent the champions forth, From east to west, from south to north; "Go, and assert your Saviour's cause; "Go, spread the myst'ry of his cross. These weapons of the holy war, Of what almighty force they are, To make our stubborn passions bow, And lay the proudest rebel low. Nations, the learned and the rude, Are by these heavenly arms subdued; While satan rages at his loss, And hates the doctrine of the cross. Great King of grace! my heart subdue! I would be led in triumph too. A willing captive to my Lord, And sing the victories of his word. _London, Published by R. Miller, Old Fish Street, Doctors Commons._ End of Project Gutenberg's Twenty Six Choice Poetical Extracts, by Various