A book of English poetry; ed. by T. Shorter

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When the houee doth eigh nnd weep,

And tbe world is drown'd iu sleep,

Yet mine eyes the watch do keep,

Sweet Spirit comfort me 1

When, God knowtl, rm toet about,

Either wit.b despair or doubt;

Yet, before the glaee be out

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Sweet Splrit comfort me I

'When the priest his laet hath pray'd,

And I nod to wbft.t is said

'Cause my sp~ech is now decny'd,

Sweet Spirit comfol't me I

When the jud~ent ia reveal'd,

And that open d which was seal'd .;

When ·to Thee I have appeal'd,

Sweet Spirit comfort me I

Ho;arc:E.

• "TBOU, 0 8plrtt! l~.t dOlt prell>r
  llefo-re llll teRipleo, tbe a prtant heart an1! pu~
  tnatruat me. tor tbou knDWHt. • • • • • _..,
  WIIU In mel& 4 111'k lu.IJli.III&." MIJ.ro•.

WWlN doubts tormen't, 11nd fears assail. and all our path

is ds.rk as night_,

Witho11t a single star to cheer-Hear our prayer, 0 God,

for Ligbtt

\\'hen in earnest searcn of truth-triviag still to g&in

the right,

We stumble blindlf on our way,-0 G<>d of wisdom, grant

more Light

When weak and weary, sorrow laden,--cast around thy

arm of might I ·

When we fail t o troce, or trust Thee,-Heavenly Father,

Light, more Light!

\Vben those whom we love the deA'rellt, fade from before
our failing light,
k. the shadow of Deat.h'e presence, gl'&CiollS God, be Thou
· our Light! SuoaTD.