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The influences of the spirit desired

Author: President Davies Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns #CCXI (1792) Topics: Fervency of Devotion desired First Line: Eternal spirit, source of light Lyrics: 1 Eternal spirit, source of light, Enlivening, consecrating fire, Descend and with celestial heat Our dull, our frozen hearts inspire: Our souls refine, our dross consume! Come, condescending spirit come! 2 In our cold breasts, O strike a spark Of the pure flame, which seraphs feel, Nor let us wander in the dark, Or lie benumb'd and stupid still: Come, vivifying spirit, come, And make our hearts thy constant home! 3 Whatever guilt and madness dare, We would not quench the heavenly fire; Our hearts as fuel we prepare, Tho' in the flame we should expire: Our breasts expand to make thee room: Come, purifying spirit, come! 4 Let pure devotion's fervors rise; Let every pious passion glow: O let the raptures of the skies Kindle in our cold hearts below! Come, condescending spirit, come, And make our souls thy constant home! Languages: English

Come, Holy Spirit, Heav'nly Dove

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #II.XXXIV (1766) Topics: Fervency of Devotion desired Lyrics: 1 Come, Holy Spirit, Heav'nly Dove, With all thy quick'ning Pow'rs, Kindle a Flame of sacred Love In these cold Hearts of ours. 2 Look, how we grovel here below, Fond of these trifling Toys; Our Souls can neither fly nor go, To reach eternal Joys. 3 In vain we tune our formal Songs, In vain we strive to rise; Hosannas languish on our Tongues, And our Devotion dies. 4 Dear Lord! and shall we ever lie At this poor dying Rate; Our Love so faint, so cold to thee? And thine to us so great? 4 Come, Holy Spirit, Heav'nly Dove, With all thy quick'ning Pow'rs, Come, shed abroad a Saviour's Love, And that shall kindle ours. Languages: English

My heart, with deep emotion

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnal. 9th ed. #a294 (1895) Topics: Daily Devotion Morning Lyrics: 1 My heart with deep emotion Gives thanks to Thee and praise, In early morn's devotion, And throughout all my days; O God, upon thy throne! To honor and adore Thee, I bring my praise before Thee Through Christ, Thine Only Son. 2 For, 'twas Thy grace that o'er me Kept vigil through the night, And 'twas Thy arm that bore me, Safe through morning light. To Thee my prayer I raise; Werein I did offend Thee, Do Thou forgive; defend me In all my future days. 3 My life, my soul,--defend them! My wife, child goods, and home,-- To Thy hand I commend them, From Thee these blessings come. Thy bounteous hand bestows My household and my treasures, my parents, friends, and pleasures; Through thee my cup o'erflows. 4 God shall do my advising, Whose might with wisdom blends; May He bless rest and rising, My efforts, means and ends! To god, forever blessed, Will I with mine confide me, And suffer Him to guide me As seemeth to Him best. 5 Amen: Lord, Thou wilt hear me With this I close my prayer; In all I do wilt cheer me, And keep me in Thy care. So I put forth my hands, And look not long behind me, But ply the task assigned me By God, as He commands. Languages: English

How oft the day of God returns

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnal. 9th ed. #a308 (1895) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Daily Devotion Sunday Morning Lyrics: 1 How oft the day of God returns To shed its quick'ning beams; And yet how slow devotion burns, How languid are its flames. 2 Accept our faint attempts to love; Our sins, O Lord, forgive; We would be like Thy saints above, And praise Thee while we live. 3 Increase, O Lord, our faith and hope, And fit us to ascend Where the assembly ne'er breaks up, Thy worship ne'er shall end; 4 When we shall with the ransomed throng, The Savior's praise proclaim, And give in an eternal song All glory to His name. Languages: English

Altogether Lovely

Author: Wendell P. Loveless Hymnal: Youth Sings #9 (1951) Topics: Devotional; Devotional First Line: Altogether lovely he is Languages: English Tune Title: [Altogether lovely he is]

God of Wonders (Dios de gloria)

Author: Marc Byrd; Steve Hindalong; Frances Casteñeda; Mario Ríos; Mark Young Hymnal: Santo, Santo, Santo #9 (2019) Topics: Devotion, Devotional First Line: Lord of all creation (Todo lo creaste) Refrain First Line: God of wonders, beyond our galaxy (Dios de gloria, maravilloso ser) Scripture: Genesis 1, 2:1 Languages: English; Spanish Tune Title: [Lord of all creation]

Still, Still with Thee

Author: Harriet Beecher Stowe Hymnal: Favorite Hymns of Praise #11 (1967) Topics: Devotional; Devotional First Line: Still, still with Thee, when purple morning breaketh Lyrics: 1 Still, still with Thee, when purple morning breaketh, When the bird waketh, and the shadows flee; Fairer than morning, lovelier than the daylight, Dawns the sweet consciousness, I am with Thee. 2 Alone with Thee, amid the mystic shadows, The solemn hush of nature newly born; Alone with Thee in breathless adoration, In the calm dew and freshness of the morn. 3 When sinks the soul, subdued by toil, to slumber, Its closing eyes look up to Thee in prayer; Sweet the repose beneath the wings o’ershading, But sweeter still to wake and find Thee there. 4 So shall it be at last, in that bright morning When the soul waketh, and life’s shadows flee; Oh, in that hour, fairer than daylight dawning, Shall rise the glorious thought--I am with Thee. Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: [Still, still with Thee, when purple morning breaketh]

Complaint in sickness; or, diseases healed

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #13a (1786) Topics: Devotion on a sick bed; Devotion on a sick bed First Line: In anger, Lord, do not chastise Lyrics: 1 In anger, Lord, do not chastise. Withdraw the dreadful storm; Nor let thine awful wrath arise Against a feeble worm. 2 My soul bow'd down with heavy cares, My flesh with pain oppress'd, My couch is witness to my tears, My tears forbid my rest. 3 Sorrow and grief wear out my days; I waste the night with cries, And count the minutes as they pass, 'Till the slow morning rise. 4 Shall I be still tormented more? My eyes consum'd with grief: How long, my GOD, how long, before Thine hand afford relief. 5 He hears his mourning children speak, He pities all our groans, And saves us for his mercy’s sake, And heals our broken bones. 6 The virtue of his sovereign word Restores our fainting breath: For silent graves praise not the Lord, Nor is he known in death. Scripture: Psalm 6 Languages: English

Temptations in Sickness overcome

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #13b (1786) Topics: Devotion on a sick bed; Devotion on a sick bed First Line: Lord, I can suffer thy rebukes Lyrics: 1 Lord, I can suffer thy rebukes, When thou with kindness dost chastise; But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear, O let it not against me rise! 2 Pity my languishing estate, And ease the sorrows that I feel; The wounds thine heavy hand hath made, O let thy gentler touches heal! 3 See how in sighs I pass my days, And waste in groans the weary night: My bed is water'd with my tears; My grief consumes, and dims my sight. 4 Look how the powers of nature mourn! How long, Almighty God, how long? When shall thine hour of grace return? When shall I make thy grace my song? 5 I feel my flesh so near the grave, My thoughts are tempted to despair; But graves can never praise the Lord, For all is dust and silence there. 6 Depart, ye tempters, from my soul, And all despairing thoughts depart; My God, who hears my humble moan, Will ease my flesh, and chear my heart. Scripture: Psalm 6 Languages: English

Complaint in sickness; or, diseases healed

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #13a (1790) Topics: Devotion on a sick bed; Devotion on a sick bed First Line: In anger, Lord, do not chastise Lyrics: 1 In anger, Lord, do not chastise, Withdraw the dreadful storm; Nor let thine awful wrath arise Against a feeble worm. 2 My soul bow'd down with heavy cares, My flesh with pain oppress'd, My couch is witness to my tears, My tears forbid my rest. 3 Sorrow and grief wear out my days; I waste the night with cries, And count the minutes as they pass, 'Till the slow morning rise. 4 Shall I be still tormented more? My eyes consum'd with grief: How long, my GOD, how long, before Thine hand afford relief. 5 He hears his mourning children speak, He pities all our groans, And saves us for his mercy’s sake, And heals our broken bones. 6 The virtue of his sovereign word Restores our fainting breath: For silent graves praise not the Lord, Nor is he known in death. Scripture: Psalm 6 Languages: English