HOU Lord of hosts, whose guiding Send us where'er thou wilt, O Lord, THOU hand Has brought us here before thy face, Our spirits wait for thy command, Our silent hearts implore thy peace. Through rugged toil and wearying fight; Thy conquering love shall be our sword, And faith in thee our truest might. 2. Those spirits lay their noblest powers 4. Send down thy constant aid, we pray; Be thy pure angels with us still; Thy truth, be that our firmest stay, Our only rest to do thy will. OCTAVIUS BROOKS FROTHINGHAM, 1822 THOU whose power o'er moving worlds presides, On darkling man in pure effulgence shine, And cheer the clouded mind with light divine. A-MEN. 2. 'Tis thine alone to calm the pious breast With silent confidence and holy rest: From thee, great God, we spring, to thee we tend, Path, Motive, Guide, Original, and End. BOETHIUS, circa 475-525. |