Volume 3 — HYMN.
Reading edition
Spirit of God, thyself the Lord, Out of the depths I call on thee. Above, I view thy gleaming sword. Around, thy works of love I see. Spirit of God, that hovering high Didst watch the primal waters roll, Brood o'er my heart, and verify The turbid chaos of my soul! Spirit of God, oh! bid me fear, That blessed fear thy love can calm; Transfix me with thy shining spear And heal me with thy holy balm! Spirit of God, oh! fill my breast, And sear me with the sign of heaven. The glorious brand of sin confessed, The glorious seal of sin forgiven. F.A.R.
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