COME DOWN, O LOVE DIVINE,
Seek Thou this soul of mine,
And visit it with Thine own ardour glowing.
O Comforter, draw near,
Within my heart appear,
And kindle it, Thy holy flame bestowing.

O let it freely burn,
Till earthly passions turn
To dust and ashes, in its heat consuming.
And let Thy glorious light,
Shine ever on my sight,
And clothe me round, the while my path illuming.

Let holy charity,
Mine outward vesture be,
And lowliness become mine inner clothing.
True lowliness of heart,
Which takes the humbler part,
And o’er its own shortcomings weeps with loathing.

And so the yearning strong,
With which the soul will long,
Shall far out pass the power of human telling.
For none can guess its grace,
Till he become the place
Wherein the Holy Spirit makes His dwelling.
     Richard F. Littledale
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BE STILL, for the presence of the Lord, the Holy One is here.
Come bow before Him now with reverence and fear.
In Him no sin is found, we stand on holy ground.
Be still, for the presence of the Lord, the Holy One is here.

Be still, for the glory of the Lord is shining all around.
He burns with holy fire; with splendour He is crowned.
How awesome is the sight, our radiant King of light!
Be still, for the glory of the Lord is shining all around.

Be still, for the power of the Lord is moving in this place.
He comes to cleanse and heal, to minister His grace.
No work too hard for Him, in faith receive from Him.
Be still, for the power of the Lord is moving in this place.
     David J. Evans.
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TELL OUT, MY SOUL, the greatness of the Lord!
Unnumbered blessings give my spirit voice.
Tender to me the promise of His word.
In God my Saviour shall my heart rejoice.

Tell out, my soul, the greatness of His name!
Make known His might, the deeds His arm has done.
His mercy sure, from age to age the same.
His holy name – the Lord, the mighty One.

Tell out, my soul, the greatness of His might!
Powers and dominions lay their glory by.
Proud hearts and stubborn wills are put to flight,
The hungry fed, the humble lifted high.

Tell out, my soul, the glories of His word!
Firm is His promise, and His mercy sure:
Tell out, my soul, the greatness of the Lord,
To children’s children and forever more!
Timothy Dudley-Smith.
Contributors:   Revd. Samuel S. Thorp, Deborah Yeates, Sylvia Bentham, Alison Bright
Production:   David Carter