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4. Thy Spirit breathes, Thy way is seen,
O Fount of living force !
The world's eternal Source.
5. The thoughts that move the heart of man,
And lift his soul on high,
With wondrous subtlety.
This skill is Thine, O Lord,
All powers in sweet accord.
Which came not first from Heaven:
Without Thine impulse given.
With energy divine;
E, S. Oakley
The Inward Word.
1. THE wondrous voice within the mind
Is all unheard amid our din ;
What only can be found within.
Divine release from inward ill,
And learn therein the eternal will.
3. Above us shines the azure height
So calm and free beyond our strife ;
The guiding law of moral life.
Their blinding mists before our eyes ;
The living truth unheeded lies.
That but distract the trusting soul,
And guide us to Thy perfect goal.
In sky above or earth around;
L.M. 6 lines. 1. SPIRIT of Grace, Thou Light of Life
Amidst the darkness of the dead !
The patient pilgrim still is led !
Wildered and dark, to Thee I come ! 2. Pure fire of God, burn out my sin,
Cleanse all the earthly dross from me ;
The golden streams of love set free!
3. O Breath from far Eternity!
Breathe o'er my soul's unfertile land;
Spring up amidst the desert-sand ;
A Litany of the Spirit.
With Thy blessèd inward light,
2. We are sinful-cleanse us, Lord ;
Sick and faint-Thy strength afford;
3. Orphans are our souls, and poor;
Give us from Thy heavenly store
4. Like the dew Thy peace distil ;
Guide, subdue our wayward will,
5. Gentle, awful, holy Guest,
Make Thy temple in each breast-
253 The Sin against the Holy Ghost. C.M.
O SIN of sins ! from souls of light
In gloomy wrath to shrink;
Perversely to misthink.
And brand with evil name ;
The Holy Ghost defame.
To mark and misbestow;
And give them to the foe.
That grieved most Thy Son,
That speaks the soul undone !
In righteous souls to trace,
As in His very grace.
As what from Him proceeds,
T. H. Gill.
Quench not the Spirit.
Thy Spirit pure and sweet ?
His biddings gladly greet?
2. Lord ! is it ours to drive away
That gracious glorious Guest?
Gainsay His biddings blest ?
Till we are slaves to sin ?
Till all is dark within ?
4. Lord, keep this darkness far from us,
This woe all woes above !
Life-bringing Heavenly Dove !
5. When Thou dost sweetly shine, may we
Make welcome all 'Thy light;
Fulfil with all our might !
6. So, Spirit pure ! wilt Thou be won
With us for aye to dwell ;
T. H. Gill.
1. COME, Thou, oh come;
Sweetest and kindliest,