Text: | Closing Hymn |
O Thou great Spirit! who along
The waters first did move,
And straight, from warring chaos sprung
Light, harmony and love;
Upon our waiting spirits brood,
Bid all their discord cease,
And breathe upon the troubled soul
Thy last, best gift of peace!
Text Information | |
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First Line: | O Thou great Spirit! who along |
Title: | Closing Hymn |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1866 |