A WHITSUNTIDE HYMN
Valdimar Briem (1848-1930)
11.10.11.10 D
Lord, let Thy Spirit, from earthly passion weaning, Lead me along Thy will's all-holy way, To find, by faith on Jesus' bosom leaning, 'Mid trial, doubt, and need, in Him my stay. | Lord, let Thy Spirit, Thy Word's deep wealth unsealing, Lighten mine eyes with truth's celestial fire; In life, in death, the narrow path revealing Towards the Promised Land of our desire. | Lord, let Thy Spirit, new love, new life bestowing, Create a holy heart my breast within; That I, into my Saviour's likeness growing, May bear His image through a world of sin. | Lord, let Thy Spirit, each idol form down-tearing, Cast from my soul the thoughts, the sins that stain; Within those walls a temple meet preparing, Where Jesus evermore may dwell, and reign. | |