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Τ Η Ε INVOCATION.
BREATHE on my Wreath, blest Spirit, let the
fire Warm from Thy burning altar, now inspire A feeble worm, Thine unction pour on me, Tuning my heart's full melody to Thee. Teach me to celebrate a Saviour's praise, And sing His glories in these humble lays. Jesus, I feel Thy love, I know Thy grace Has cleansed my soul, and checked my sinful
I cannot doubt, blest Lord, that I am Thine, Humbly believing, I can call Thee mine.
Like a deep tide Thy beauteous glories roll, And fill with heavenly joy my raptured soul. Shrined in my inmost heart, Thy name shall
be A bed of sweets, and holy fragrancy. Lord, I shall meet Thee soon, these mortal
eyes Withont a veil, shall see Thee in the skies ! This earthly frame shall Thy full image bear, Know Thy deep love and all Thy glory share. The Father's grace chose a pure bride for thee, Ere worlds were made, or man was formed to
be; And every member of Thy church shall shine A living star, with lustre all divine; Shall dwell with Thee in ages yet to come, Bought by Thy blood to share Thy heavenly
Invocation . . . . . .
The Moon and the Church
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