THOU plenteous Source of light and love, from whom all grace proceeds, Chase from our souls the gloom of night, and make us hate its deeds;

In armour clad of heavenly proof we will not fear nor fly,

But bravely through opposing hosts press onwards to the sky.

If long and doubtful seem the strife, our pains and trials sore,
Such are the ills of mortal life, and such our Saviour bore;
Once humbled from His lofty throne, He dwelt in weakness here,
And His has been the struggling sigh, and His the falling tear.

When time has run its destined course, and all our years are fled,
He comes with monarch's pomp and power, to wake and judge the dead;
Then help us, Lord, while sinners' hearts shall sicken with dismay,
To lift our heads, and joyful hail Redemption's perfect day.

ALLELUIA. 8, 7, 8, 7, 4, 7.

298.

LORD! dismiss us with Thy blessing,

Fill our hearts with joy and peace;

Let us each, Thy love possessing,
Triumph in redeeming grace.

O refresh us,
Travelling through this wilderness.

Thanks we give and adoration

For the Gospel's joyful sound;

May the fruits of Thy salvation

In our hearts and lives abound!

May Thy presence

With us evermore be found

STÖRL. 1744.

299.