Hymns for Whit-Sunday, 27

Spirit of Faith, come down,
Reveal the things of God,
And make to us the Godhead known,
And witness with the blood:
Tis Thine the blood to' apply,
And give us eyes to see
Who did for every sinner die
Hath surely died for me.

No man can truly say
That Jesus is the Lord,.
Unless Thou take the veil away,
And breathe the living word:
Then, only then we feel
Our intei st in His blood,
And cry with joy unspeakable
Thou art my Lord, my God!
I know my Saviour lives,
He lives, who died for me,
My inmost soul His voice receives
Who hangs on yonder tree:
Set forth before my eyes
Even now I see Him bleed,
And hear His mortal groans, and cries,
While suffering in my stead.
O that the world might know
The great atoning Lamb!
Spirit of Faith, descend, and show
The virtue of His name:
The grace which all may find,
The saving power impart,
And testify to all mankind,
And speak in every heart.
Inspire the living faith,
(Which whosoe'er receives
The witness in himself he hath,
And consciously believes;)
The faith that conquers all,
And doth the mountain move,
And saves whoe'er on Jesus call,
And perfects them in love.