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A WHITSUNTIDE HYMN

Valdimar Briem (1848-1930)

11.10.11.10 D

Lord, let Thy Spirit, from earthly passion weaning,

Lead me along Thy will's all-holy way,

To find, by faith on Jesus' bosom leaning,

'Mid trial, doubt, and need, in Him my stay.

Lord, let Thy Spirit, Thy Word's deep wealth unsealing,

Lighten mine eyes with truth's celestial fire;

In life, in death, the narrow path revealing

Towards the Promised Land of our desire.

Lord, let Thy Spirit, new love, new life bestowing,

Create a holy heart my breast within;

That I, into my Saviour's likeness growing,

May bear His image through a world of sin.

Lord, let Thy Spirit, each idol form down-tearing,

Cast from my soul the thoughts, the sins that stain;

Within those walls a temple meet preparing,

Where Jesus evermore may dwell, and reign.

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