SPIRIT DIVINE! Eternal, holy Dove! These sacred fruits are thine—peace, joy, and love, Even @3peace@1 with heaven, and peace on earth; a @3joy@1 Earth cannot give, nor, leagued with hell, destroy. @3Love!@1 'tis the love Thy presence sheds abroad In hearts renew'd, the love supreme of God; @3Long-suffering,@1 when assailed by wrong or scorn; Calm @3gentleness,@1 though tried and spirit worn; True @3goodness,@1 flowing from its source Divine; And @3faith@1 that whispers, Saviour, Thou art mine! Mild tranquil @3meekness,@1 with her lowly grace; And @3temperance,@1 ruling measure, mood, and place, In words, in deeds, in meats, in drinks, in all, In every phase of life her warning call Observ'd, obey'd; 'gainst such no law is found, With heaven-born graces richly robed and crown'd. Spirit of God! o'er the dark waters move, That 'whelm our souls, where light, nor life, nor love, Stir the dull chaos: come with life and power, Creating light, and beauty, fruit, and flower! |