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G. Rawson, 1876
Lov-ing Spir - it, God of peacel Great Dis - trib - u - tor
of grace! Rest up
on this con-gre - ga - tion; Hear, o hear our sup-pli - ca
It is the chart and compass
That o'er life's surging sea, 'Mid mists and rocks and quicksands,
Still guides, O Christ, to thee.
The Church from her dear Master
Received the gift Divine, And still that light she lifteth
O'er all the earth to shine. It is the golden casket,
Where gems of truth are stored; It is the heaven-drawn picture
Of Christ, the living Word.
3 It floateth like a banner
Before God's host unfurled; It shineth like a beacon
Above the darkling world.
from the fount of heav'n-ly grace, Brook by the traveller's way.
Bread of our souls, whereon we feed;
True manna from on high;
Of realms beyond the sky;
Or radiant cloud by day;
Our anchor and our stay;
Will of his glorious Son:-
Or heaven itself be won ?
Thy mysteries to reveal,
Thy volume must unseal.
The wisdom it imparts,
Bernard Barton, 1836
in his word draws near; Hush, moaning voice of fear, He
who comes forth to
Our souls with
Rising above thy care,
O weary heart:
Set free thou art.
3 For works of love and praise He brings thee summer days,
Warm days and bright; Winter is past and gone, Now he, salvation's Sun, Shineth on every one
With mercy's light.
From the bright sky above
'Tis he, our Lord!
T. T. Lynch, 1855