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THE HOLY SPIRIT.
2 No traveller through desert lands,
’Midst scorching suns and burning sands,
More needs the current to obtain,
Or to enjoy refreshing rain.
3 Our longing souls aloud would sing,
Spring up, celestial fountain, spring!
To a redundant river flow,
And cheer this thirsty land below.
4 May this blest torrent near my side,
Through all the desert gently glide;
Then in Emmanuel’s land above,
Spread to a sea of joy and love.
103 L. M.
A propitious gale longed for.
1 AT anchor laid, remote from home,
Toiling, I cry, ‘ Sweet Spirit, come
Celestial breeze, no longer stay,
But swell my sails and speed my way.
2 ‘Fain would I mount, fain would I glow,
And loose my cable from below ;
But I can only spread my sail,
Thou, thou must breathe th’ auspicious gale.
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The great Legacy.
1 P|UR bless’d Redeemer, ere he breathed
Vz His tender, last farewell,
A Guide, a Comforter bequeathed
With us on earth to dwell.
2 He came in tongues of living flame,
To teach, convince, subdue*
All powerful as the wind ne came,
He came as viewless too.
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