Hymn 31.
COme, Holy Spirit, come and breath
Thy Spicy Odours, on the Face
Of our dull Regions here beneath;
And fill our Souls with thy sweet grace.
Reform'd devotions, in meditations, hymns, and petitions, for every day in the week, and every holiday in the year divided into parts.
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- Title
- Reform'd devotions, in meditations, hymns, and petitions, for every day in the week, and every holiday in the year divided into parts.
- Author
- Dorrington, Theophilus, d. 1715.
- Publication
- London :: Printed by J.A. for Joseph Watts ...,
- 1687.
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- Devotional calendars.
- Hymns, English.
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Page 359
Come, and root out the poys'nous weeds
Which over-run, and choak our Lives;
And in our hearts plant thine own seeds,
Whose quickening pow'r our Spirit re∣vives.
First Plant the humble Violet there,
Which dwells secure by dwelling low;
Then let the Lilly next appear,
And make us chast, yet fruitful too.
But O! Plant all the Vertues, Lord,
And let the Metaphors alone,
Repeat once more that mighty Word,
Thou need'st but say, Let it be done.
We can, alas, nor be, nor grow,
Unless thy powerful Mercy please;
Thy hand must plant, and water too,
Thy hand alone must give th' increase.
Do then, what thou alone canst do,
Do what to thee so easie is;
Conduct us through this world of woe,
And place us safe in thine own Bliss.
All Glory to the Sacred Three,
One ever-living Sovereign Lord;
As at the first, still may he be
Belov'd and Prais'd, Fear'd and Ador'd.