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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Feb 27, 1913

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 90, No. 9.

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Spirit of God

By L. D. Santee

L. D. SANTEE
I NEED thy sweet Spirit, my Saviour, For my life is aweary with care, And the sorrows that chasten my spirit Are oftentimes heavy to bear. Before thee I humbly am kneeling, For strength in my weakness I pray; O, come with the touch that brings healing, And drive all the shadows away!
I need thy sweet Spirit, my Saviour, To guide through the day and the dark. When the tempests of earth break in fury, I would fly as a dove to the ark. I would rest in the arms everlasting, And sweet shall my confidence be; For the hand that I love has been casting My sins in the depths of the sea.
I need thy sweet Spirit, my Saviour, Till I pass from time's desolate shore To the city of love and of gladness, Where sorrow can come nevermore, Where is joy for the brows that are weary, Where is rest for the hands that hang down, Where no life is loveless or dreary, But peace weaves her glorious crown.
Moline, Ill.