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“THY WORD IS TRUTH.”
Oh thou, whose Love can ne'er forget
Its offspring, Great Eternal Mind!
We thank thee that thy truth is yet
A sojourner among mankind;
Its offspring, Great Eternal Mind!
We thank thee that thy truth is yet
A sojourner among mankind;
A light before whose brightness fall
The feet arrayed to tread it down,
A voice whose strong and solemn call
The cry of nations cannot drown.
The feet arrayed to tread it down,
A voice whose strong and solemn call
The cry of nations cannot drown.
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Thy servants, at this sacred hour,
With humble prayer thy throne surround,
That here, in glory and in power,
That light may shine, that voice may sound;
With humble prayer thy throne surround,
That here, in glory and in power,
That light may shine, that voice may sound;
Till Error's shades shall flee away,
And Faith, descending from above,
Amid the pure and perfect day,
Shall bring her fairer sister Love.
And Faith, descending from above,
Amid the pure and perfect day,
Shall bring her fairer sister Love.
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