Ephesians 3:16

• [Eph 3:16] Come, Gracious Lord, Descend And Dwell

  Come, dearest Lord, descend and dwell By faith and love in every breast; Then shall we know, and taste, and feel The joys that cannot be expressed. Come, fill our hearts with inward strength, Make our enlargèd souls possess, And learn the height, and breadth, and length Of Thine unmeasurable grace. Now to the God Whose power can do More than our thoughts or wishes know, Be everlasting honors done By all the Church, through Christ His Son.

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• [Eph 3:16] Spirit, Strength Of All The Weak

  Spirit, strength of all the weak, Giving courage to the meek, Teaching faltering hopes to speak; Hear us, Holy Spirit. Spirit, aiding all who yearn More of truth divine to learn And with deeper love to burn; Hear us, Holy Spirit. Spirit, Fount of faith and joy, Giving peace without alloy, Hope that nothing can destroy; Hear us, Holy Spirit. Source of love and light divine, With that hallowing grace of Thine, More and more upon us shine; Hear us, Holy Spirit. Holy, loving, as Thou art, Come and live within our heart, Never from us to depart; Hear us, Holy Spirit. May we soon, from sin set free, Where Thy work may perfect be, Jesus’ face with rapture see: Hear us, Holy Spirit.

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Ephesians 4:30

• [Eph 4:30] Holy Spirit, The

  The Spirit, oh, sinner, In mercy doth move, Thy heart, so long hardened, Of sin to reprove; Resist not the Spirit, Nor longer delay; God’s gracious entreaties, May end with today. Oh, child of the kingdom, From sin service cease: Be filled with the Spirit, With comfort and peace. Oh, grieve not the Spirit, Thy Teacher is He, That Jesus, Thy Savior, May glorified be. Defiled is the temple, Its beauty laid low, On God’s holy altar The embers faint glow. By love yet rekindled, A flame may be fanned; Oh, quench not the Spirit, The Lord is at hand.

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• [Eph 4:30] I Want A Principle Within

  I want a principle within of watchful, godly fear, A sensibility of sin, a pain to feel it near. I want the first approach to feel of pride or wrong desire, To catch the wandering of my will, and quench the kindling fire. From Thee that I no more may stray, no more Thy goodness grieve, Grant me the filial awe, I pray, the tender conscience give. Quick as the apple of an eye, O God, my conscience make; Awake my soul when sin is nigh, and keep it still awake. Almighty God of truth and love, to me Thy power impart; The mountain from my soul remove, the hardness from my heart. O may the least omission pain my reawakened soul, And drive me to that blood again, which makes the wounded whole.

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• [Eph 4:30] O Lord, While We Confess The Worth

  O Lord, while we confess the worth Of this the outward seal, Do Thou the truths herein set forth To every heart reveal. Death to the world we here avow, Death to each fleshly lust; Newness of life our calling now, A risen Lord our trust. And we, O Lord, who now partake Of resurrection life, With every sin, for Thy dear sake, Would be at constant strife. Baptized into the Father’s Name, We’d walk as sons of God; Baptized in Thine, we own Thy claim As ransomed by Thy blood. Baptized into the Holy Ghost, We’d keep His temple pure, And make Thy grace our only boast, And by Thy strength endure.

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• [Eph 4:30] Stay, Thou Insulted Spirit, Stay

  Stay, Thou insulted Spirit, stay, Though I have done Thee such despite, Nor cast the sinner quite away, Nor take Thine everlasting flight. Though I have steeled my stubborn heart, And still shook off my guilty fears, And vexed, and urged Thee to depart, For many long rebellious years; Though I have most unfaithful been Of all who e’er Thy grace received, Ten thousand times Thy goodness seen, Ten thousand times Thy goodness grieved; Yet O! the chief of sinners spare, In honor of my great High Priest, Nor in Thy righteous anger swear T’exclude me from Thy people’s rest. This only woe I deprecate. This only plague I pray remove; Nor leave me in my lost estate, Nor curse me with this want of love. If yet Thou canst my sins forgive, From now, O Lord, relieve my woes, Into Thy rest of love receive, And bless me with calm repose. Now, Lord, my weary soul release, Upraise me with Thy gracious hand. And guide into Thy perfect peace, And bring me to the promised land.

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  source: Cyberhymnal