HYMN CCCCXL.

The parting Gift; or, the Promise of the Spirit. 2 Kings ii. 9, 10. John xvi. 7. 23, 24.

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166 ASK what ye will," 'tis Jesus' word

To all the followers of the Lord;

He speaks with confidence divine,
"To give the Holy Ghost is mine!"
And thou who didst to glory go,
Wilt on thy church that gift bestow,
To bless, and sanctify, and seal,
And all our souls for ever fill.

2 Hard is the grant, but not for thee
Vested with full authority,
Needful for sinners to receive,
"Tis easy for my Lord to give:
Sent down in answer to thy prayer,
O may the promis'd Comforter

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Teach me, my Saviour, who thou art,
And shew thy glory to my heart.

HYMN CCCCXLI.

Separation and Reunion; or, the Chariot of
Death. 2 Kings ii. 11.

C. WESLEY.

1 THAT chariot, in my life's short day

I oft have seen descend,

To tear my other self away,
To part me from my friend:

2 But lo, it comes my soul t' unite
With those that went before,
It whirls me to my friends in light,
Where we shall part no more.

HYMN CCCCXLII.

Jesus ascending; or, Elijah's Antitype. 2 Kings ii. 11, 12. Ps. xxiv. 7-10. lxviii. 17. xxiv. 50-53. Acts i. 9-11.

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EE, the true Elijah flies,

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Lord of those unfolding skies!
Swifter than the whirlwind's wings
Flies the glorious King of kings,
Girt with flames of living fire,
Higher still he soars and higher,
'Till he gains his bright abode,
Carries up our hearts to God!
2 Jesus, dear departing Lord,
Hang we on thy latest word,
Us who can thy word receive,
Fatherless thou wilt not leave;
Though we may a moment mourn,
Yet we look for thy return,
Now enjoy the earnest given,
Then ascend with thee to heaven.

3 Lord of hosts, to thee we bow
Israel's car and horseman thou!
Shall we not thy loss deplore,
Whom we see on earth no more?

Ever mindful of thine own,

Thou for us to heaven art gone,
Gone but to prepare our place,

Room for all the ransom'd race.

HYMN CCCCXLIII.

Death improved; or, Inquiries suggested by the Departure of Christians. 2 Kings ii. 14.

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THEN saints forsake our mean abode Our hearts should after them ascend, Inquire, Where is Elijah's God,

The God of my translated friend?

2 His God, and mine, for ever lives,
Giver of immortality,

And who but now my friend receives,
Shall send the chariot soon-for me!

HYMN CCCCXLIV.

The Disease of the Heart healed. 2 Kings ii. 21.

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ESUS, thy salvation bring, Cast the salt into the spring, my heart thy love reveal Nature's bitter waters heal:

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2 Let the principle of grace

Bring forth fruits of righteousness:
Then the barren curse is o'er,
Sin and death are then no more.

HYMN CCCCXLV.

The sure Defence of our Country; for a Day of Public Humiliation. 2 Kings xiii. 14.

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AN all her fleets and armies save
Britannia from her foes?

No confidence in these we have,

When hostile powers oppose:

2 What is it then that stands between,
Our nation's sure defence?
The prayers of a few righteous men,
Back'd with Omnipotence!

HYMN CCCCXLVI.

A Standing Ministry; or, the Removal of an eminent Saint. 2 Kings xiii. 20.

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UT lo, the Lord for ever lives,
And freely still his Spirit gives,
Who never ties to one his grace
Can other faithful prophets raise:

2 He doth his labourers remove,
Yet carries on his work of love,
By whom he will, delights to send,
And bless his church, 'till time shall end.

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HYMN CCCCXLVII.

For true Repentance. 2 Kings xxii. 19, 20.

C. WESLEY..

FOR that tenderness of heart
Which bows before the Lord,
Acknowledges how just thou art,
And trembles at thy word!
O for those humble contrite tears
Which from repentance flow,
That consciousness of guilt, which fears
The long suspended blow!

2 Saviour, to me in pity give

The sensible distress,

The pledge thou wilt at last receive,

And bid me die in peace!

Wilt from the dreadful day remove
Before the evil come,

My spirit hide with saints above,

My body in the tomb.

HYMN CCCCXLVIII.

David's last Blessing; or, Ascription of all Glory to God. 1 Chron. xxix. 10-13.

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LEST be our everlasting Lord, Our Father, Goat, and King, Thy sovereign greatness we record, Thy glorious power we sing;