“Come, Holy Ghost, (for moved by Thee The prophets wrote and spoke), Unlock the truth, Thyself the key, Unseal the sacred Book. Expand Thy wings, celestial Dove, Brood o’er our nature’s night; Oh, our disordered spirits move, And let there now be light. God, through Himself, we then shall know, If Thou within us shine; And sound, with all Thy saints below, The depths of love divine.” “Author of faith, eternal word, Whose spirit breathes the active flame; Faith, like its finisher and Lord, To-day, as yesterday, the same: To Thee our humble hearts aspire, And ask the gift unspeakable: Increase in us the kindled fire, In us the work of faith fulfil. The things unknown to feeble sense, Unseen by reason’s glimmering ray, With strong, commanding evidence, Their heavenly origin display. Faith lends its realizing light, The clouds disperse, the shadows fly; The Invisible appears in sight, And God is seen by mortal eye.” “O disclose Thy lovely face, Quicken all my drooping powers; Gasps my fainting soul for grace, As a thirsty land for showers; Haste, my Lord, no more delay! Come, my Saviour, come away! Dark and cheerless is the morn, Unaccompanied by Thee; Joyless is the day’s return, Till Thy mercy’s beams I see; Till Thou inward light impart, Glad my eyes and warm my heart. Visit, then, this soul of mine, Pierce the gloom of sin and grief; Fill me, Radiancy Divine, Scatter all my unbelief; More and more Thyself display, Shining to the perfect day.” If it be asked, again, what means all this? let the enquirer carefully and devoutly read Fletcher’s Six Letters. He will be wiser and better for his exercise; and will ascertain that Fletcher and Wesley were not, in the vulgar sense of the expression, bewildered and bewildering mystics, but spiritually enlightened, sober, scriptural divines, who, with reverential and joyous hearts, could sing:—