That Holy Spirit, who of old
Did o’er the waters move,
Delights, as ever, to unfold
The wonders of God’s love.
Oh! for His quickening touch and power
In these poor, Christless, days!
Renewing sinners’ hearts, that they
Might walk in “Wisdom’s ways.”
Altho’, perchance, we may not hear
Of “Pentecostal” showers;
Yet the same holy power remains
For Israel’s God is ours.
Yes, ‘tis the Holy Ghost alone
Convinces men of sin;
He loves to shine in poor dark hearts,
That He those hearts may win.
‘Tis His delight to bring God’s word
In living, saving power,
Home to the consciences of men
In this bright gospel hour.
‘Tis He who quickens into life,
‘Tis He who giveth peace,
By leading souls to Him, who died
From sin to give release.
When we were “born again,” ‘twas by
The Spirit of the Lord,
Who now indwells the blood-bought ones,
And doth sweet joy afford.
‘Tis that same Spirit, too, who seals;
Yea, guides our feet along;
And, to “one body,” doth baptize,
All who to Christ belong.
By Him we pray, by Him we sing,
By Him we worship too;
By Him we serve the living God,
With whom we have to do.
By Him we’re taught, if taught of God,
Our Comforter, our Stay;
By Him we wait our Lord’s return,
To usher in the Day.
‘Tis He who rules the “house of God,”
“Whose house,” thro’ grace, are we;
Then, to the Holy Comforter,
May all saints subject be.
God’s Spirit is not one of “fear,”
But “love,” and of “sound mind”;
And, as we listen to His voice,
What blessed rest we find!
The “power” that saved us at the first,
Will keep us to the end;
Yea, raise our bodies, when the Lord
Shall to the air descend.
Then be it ours to know His touch,
And by His power be “filled”!
So shall we learn the mind of Christ,
And all our fears be stilled.
S. T.