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3 How sweet the words of peace to hear 3 The hand that gave it still supplies

From him to whom 'tis given To wake the penitential tear, And lead the way to heaven!

4 And if to make our sins depart
In vain the will has striven,
He who regards the inmost heart
Will send his grace from heaven.

5 Then hail, thou sacred, blessed day,
The best of all the seven,
When hearts unite their vows to pay
Of gratitude to heaven!

Mrs. Eliza L. Follen, 1787

The gracious light and heat; His truths upon the nations rise, They rise, but never set.

4 Let everlasting thanks be thine,
For such a bright display,
As makes a world of darkness shine
With beams of heavenly day.

5 My soul rejoices to pursue

The steps of him I love;
Till glory break upon my view
In brighter worlds above.

William Cowper, 1731

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I Spirit of truth, that makest bright

All souls that long for heavenly light,
Appear, and on my darkness shine;
Descend, and be my guide divine.

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I O source divine, and life of all,
The fount of being's wondrous sea!
Thy depth would every heart appall
That saw not love supreme in thee.

2 Spirit of power, whose might doth dwell 2 We shrink before thy vast abyss,

Full in the souls thou lovest well,
Unto this fainting heart draw near
And be my daily quickener.

3 Spirit of joy, that makest glad

Each broken heart by sin made sad
Pour on this mourning soul thy cheer;
Give me to bless my comforter.

4 Till thou shalt make me meet to bear
The sweetness of heaven's holy air,
The light wherein no darkness is,
The eternal, overflowing bliss!

Thomas H. Gill, 1819

Where worlds on worlds unnumbered brood:

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