Spirit of Truth and Love,
Life-giving Holy Dove,

Speed forth thy flight: Move on the waters' face, Bearing the lamp of grace; And in earth's darkest place "Let there be Light!”

Holy, Holy, Holy,

Most glorious Trinity,

Wisdom, Love, Might! Boundless as ocean's tide

Rolling in fullest pride,

O'er the earth, far and wide,

"Let there be Light!"

"THAT I MAY WIN CHRIST, AND BE FOUND IN

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COME, my fond fluttering heart,
Come, struggle to be free,
Thou and the world must part,
However hard it be:

My trembling spirit owns it just,
But cleaves yet closer to the dust,

Ye tempting sweets, forbear;
Ye dearest idols, fall;

My love ye must not share,

Jesus shall have it all:

'Tis bitter pain, 'tis cruel smart,

But ah! thou must consent, my heart!

Ye fair enchanting throng!

Ye golden dreams, farewell!
Earth has prevailed too long,

And now I break the spell:

Ye cherished joys of early years ;-
Jesus! forgive these parting tears!

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But must I part with all?

My heart still fondly pleads; Yes, Dagon's self must fall,

It beats, it throbs, it bleeds: Is there no balm in Gilead found, To sooth and heal the smarting wound?

O yes, there is a balm,

A kind Physician there, My fevered mind to calm,

To bid me not despair:

Aid me, dear Saviour, set me free,

And I will all resign to Thee.

O may I feel thy worth,

And let no idol dare,

No vanity of earth,

With Thee, my Lord, compare! Now bid all worldly joys depart, And reign supremely in my heart!

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WITH GROANINGS THAT CANNOT BE UTTERED."

PLEAD Thou-oh plead my cause!

Each self-excusing plea

My trembling soul withdraws,

And flies to Thee.

Where Justice rears her throne,

Ah! who, save thee alone,

May stand, O spotless One ?

Plead thou my cause!

Ah! plead not aught of mine,
Before thine altar thrown:
Fragments-when all is thine--

All-all thine own!

Thou seest what stains they bear :
Oh! since each tear, each prayer,

Hath need of pardon there,

Plead thou my cause!

With lips that, dying, breathed
Blessings for words of scorn;

With brow where I had wreathed

The piercing thorn;

With breast to whose pure tide

He did the weapon guide,

Who hath no home beside,

Plead Thou my cause!

Plead-when the tempter's art,
To each fond hope of mine,
Denies this faithless heart

Can e'er be thine.

If slander whisper, too,

The sin I never knew,

Thou, who could urge the true,
Plead Thou my cause!

Oh! plead my cause above:
Plead Thine within my breast,

Till there Thy peaceful Dove

Shall build her nest.

Thou know'st this will-how frail:

Thou know'st-though language fail

My soul's mysterious tale :

Plead Thou my cause!