| Text: | Closing Hymn |
O Thou great Spirit! who along
The waters first did move,
And straight, from warring chaos sprung
Light, harmony and love;
Upon our waiting spirits brood,
Bid all their discord cease,
And breathe upon the troubled soul
Thy last, best gift of peace!
| Text Information | |
|---|---|
| First Line: | O Thou great Spirit! who along |
| Title: | Closing Hymn |
| Meter: | C. M. |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1866 |
| Notes: | Public Domain. |