CXLV. Seeking to GOD for the Communication of his Spirit.

HEar, gracious Sov'reign, from thy Throne,
And send thy various Blessings down:
While by thine Israel Thou art sought,
Attend the Pray'r thy Word hath taught.

Come, Sacred Spirit, from above,
And fill the coldest Heart with Love;
Soften to Flesh the rugged Stone,
And let thy godlike Pow'r be known.

Speak thou, and from the haughtiest Eyes
Shall Floods of pious Sorrow rise;
While all their glowing Souls are borne
To seek that Grace, which now they scorn:

O let a holy Flock await
Num'rous around thy Temple-Gate,
Each pressing on with Zeal to be
A living Sacrifice to Thee.

In Answer to our servent Cries,
Give us to see thy Church arise;
Or, if that Blessing seem too great,
Give us to mourn its low Estate.