A WHITSUNTIDE HYMN
Valdimar Briem (1848-1930)
11.10.11.10 D
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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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