Praise for the Holy Ghost and Sanctification

As light and heat flow from the sun, To light, warm, quicken, frigid earth,

God sent his Son, and both the Spirit, To raise dead souls’ by a new birth.

By him our Lord was first conceived;

By him [were all] his wonders wrought; By him the world in Christ believ’d!

By him God’s word was [writ and] taught.

His word made, and his word new makes, He giveth [knowledge,] life and sense,

Though by. the sapiential way,
Yet by love’s [potent] influence.

If miracles and holiness

Had not Christ’s gospel [surely] seal’d; Christ had not had a church on earth,

Nor [had been] credibly reveal’d.

As on the first unformed mass,

God’s spirit mov’d, gave [life and] form: So he first form’d the sacred word,

Then [by it] those that are new born.

The holy gospel is his book,

Written [and preacNd] by Christ’s command, Endited by the Holy Ghost,

As [true as] if with Christ’s own hand.

O praise eternal boundless love, Who shines [on man] with vital beams;

Refresheth dry and thirsty souls
With the celestial [living] streams.

He gives us light when we are dark, He quickens us when [we are] dead:

And by unfeigned faith and love
Unites us to our [glorious] head.

Lord, let’s know him by whom we know: And know Christ by thy [holy] dove;

And live to him by whom we live;

Love him from whom ’s all [holy] lore.

It’s he enditeth all our songs,

[In which] thy glory we proclaim;

It’s he that sweeteneth to our souls The mention of thy [holy] name

Should we not magnify his grace,
And his high praises [daily] sing?

Who reacheth us with joyful hearts,
To magnify our [heavenly] King.

He intercedes ‘twixt Christ and us,
The [holy] fire by him doth burn:

He gives us the desires and groans, The [thanks and] praise which we return.

He preach’d thy word to us within,

And made it to us [power and] life: He used it to destroy our sin,

Gave us [our] Creed and [our] Belief. His teaching deeper went than man’s:

[Thy word] he wrote upon the heart,
Our mad resistance overcame

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He made thy word searching and sharp, Yet [sweet and~] pleasant to our taste;

He made thy service our delight,
Make it [yet more] so to the last.

O thou that art this holy fire,

Inflame our souls for thy own] praise

Thou who dost love and joy inspire,
Keep [these in] vigour from decays.