3 How sweet the words of peace to hear 3 The hand that gave it still supplies From him to whom 'tis given To wake the penitential tear, And lead the way to heaven! 4 And if to make our sins depart 5 Then hail, thou sacred, blessed day, Mrs. Eliza L. Follen, 1787 The gracious light and heat; His truths upon the nations rise, They rise, but never set. 4 Let everlasting thanks be thine, 5 My soul rejoices to pursue The steps of him I love; William Cowper, 1731 I Spirit of truth, that makest bright All souls that long for heavenly light, 25 I O source divine, and life of all, 2 Spirit of power, whose might doth dwell 2 We shrink before thy vast abyss, Full in the souls thou lovest well, 3 Spirit of joy, that makest glad Each broken heart by sin made sad 4 Till thou shalt make me meet to bear Thomas H. Gill, 1819 Where worlds on worlds unnumbered brood: |