BREATHE ON ME, BREATH OF GOD,
Fill me with life anew.
That I may love what Thou dost love
And do what Thou wouldst do.

Breathe on me, Breath of God,
Until my heart is pure.
Until my will is one with Thine
To do and to endure.

Breathe on me, Breath of God,
Till I am wholly Thine.
Until this earthly part of me
Glows with Thy fire divine.

Breathe on me, Breath of God,
So shall I never die,
But live with Thee the perfect life,
Of Thine eternity.
     Edwin Hatch.
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THERE MUST BE MORE than this:
O Breath of God, come breathe within.
There must be more than this:
Spirit of God, we wait for You.
Fill us anew, we pray.
Fill us anew, we pray.

 Consuming fire, fan into flame
 A passion for Your name.
 Spirit of God, fall in this place.
 Lord, have Your way,
 Lord, have Your way with us.

Come like a rushing wind,
Clothe us with power from on high.
Now set the captives free.
Leave us abandoned to Your praise.
Lord, let Your glory fall.
Lord, let Your glory fall.
     Tim Hughes
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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 outpass 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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BEFORE THE THRONE OF GOD ABOVE,
I have a strong, a perfect plea,
A great High Priest whose name is Love,
Whoever lives and pleads for me.
My name is graven on His hands,
My name is written on His heart.
I know that while in heaven He stands,
No tongue can bid me thence depart,
No tongue can bid me thence depart.

When Satan tempts me to despair,
And tells me of the guilt within,
Upward I look and see Him there,
Who made an end to all my sin.
Because the sinless Saviour died,
My sinful soul is counted free.
For God the Just is satisfied
To look on Him and pardon me,
To look on Him and pardon me.

Behold Him there! The risen Lamb,
My perfect, spotless righteousness.
The great unchangeable I AM,
The King of glory and of grace!
One with Himself I cannot die,
My soul is purchased with His blood.
My life is hid with Christ on high,
With Christ, my Saviour and my God,
With Christ my Saviour and my God.
     Charitie L. Bancroft
Contributors:   Revd. Samuel S. Thorp, Deborah Yeates, Roger Edwards, Sylvia Bentham, Roy Bentham
Production:   David Carter