Cho.—­Fill me now, fill me now;
      Jesus, come, and fill me now;
      Fill me with thy hallowed presence,
      Come, oh, come, and fill me now.

2 Thou canst fill me, gracious Spirit,
  Tho’ I cannot tell thee how;
But I need thee, greatly need thee,
  Come, oh, come, and fill me now.

3 I am weakness, full of weakness;
  At thy sacred feet I bow;
Blest, divine, eternal Spirit,
  Fill with power, and fill me now.

4 Cleanse and comfort, bless and save me;
  Bathe, oh, bathe my heart and brow;
Thou art comforting and saving,
  Thou art sweetly filling now.

     E.H.  Stokes, D.D.

176 Fill Me Now. 8s & 7s.

Guide and Comforter.

Holy Spirit, Fount of blessing,
  Ever watchful, ever kind,
Thy celestial aid possessing,
  Prisoned souls deliverance find.

2 Seal of truth, and Bond of union,
  Source of light, and Flame of love,
Symbol of divine communion,
  In the olive-bearing dove.

3 Heavenly Guide from paths of error,
  Comforter of minds distressed,
When the billows fill with terror;
  Pointing to an ark of rest.

4 Promised Pledge, eternal Spirit,
  Greater than all gifts below,
May our hearts thy grace inherit;
  May our lips thy glories show!

     Thomas J. Judkin.

177 Fill Me Now. 8s & 7s.

The Source of Consolation.

Holy Ghost, dispel our sadness;
  Pierce the clouds of nature’s night;
Come, thou Source of joy and gladness,
  Breathe thy life, and spread thy light.

2 From the height which knows no measure,
  As a gracious shower descend,
Bringing down the richest treasure
  Man can wish, or God can send.

3 Author of the new creation,
  Come with unction and with power;
Make our hearts thy habitation;
  On our souls thy graces shower.

4 Hear, O hear our supplication,
  Blessed Spirit, God of peace! 
Rest upon this congregation,
  With the fullness of thy grace.

     Paul Gerhardt, 1653. 
     Tr. by J.C.  Jacobi, 1725.  Alt.

178 Kentucky.  S.M.

Guilt and Helplessness of Man. (405)

Ah! how shall fallen man
  Be just before his God? 
If he contend in righteousness,
  We fall beneath his rod.

2 If he our ways should mark
  With strict inquiring eyes,
Could we for one of thousand faults
  A just excuse devise?

3 All-seeing, powerful God,
  Who can with thee contend? 
Or who that tries the unequal strife,
  Shall prosper in the end?

4 Ah! how shall guilty man
  Contend with such a God? 
None, none can meet him and escape,
  But through the Savior’s blood.

     Isaac Watts, 1707.

179 Kentucky.  S.M.

An Evil Heart. (406)