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Spirit of God, that Moved of Old.

ledges a power which is not in her, and observes a deep and sublime emotion excited which she cannot, unassisted, produce or maintain in the souls of her listeners. When she becomes the handmaid of piety, she finds herself adorned and enriched (in another sense than Virgil's) with a beauty and a wealth that are not her own—

"Miraturque noros fructus, et non sua poma."

Sacred Harp.


The glowing language and harmonious numbers of poetry exert a powerful influence over the human mind, both in elevating the thoughts and warming the feelings. This power can never be so legitimately employed as in contributing to the purposes of religion, the paramount importance of which demands that every endeavour should be bestowed to recommend it to the understanding and the heart. Convinced of this truth, and encouraged by the example of the inspired poets of the Old Testament and by the injunction of the Apostle Paul, to teach and admonish one another in psalms, and hymns, and spiritual songs, many eminent Christians in modern times have exercised their talents in composing hymns in honour of the great events recorded in Holy Writ, or in giving a poetical dress to some of the remarkable passages with which it abounds, and thereby adapting them for storing the memory with sublime and holy thoughts, or for forming a part in the hallowed praises of the sanctuary.—Rev. H. Stebbing.

Spirit of God, that Moved of Old.

Spirit of God, that moved of old
Upon the waters' darkened face,
Come, when our faithless hearts are cold,
And stir them with an inward grace.

Thou that art Power and Peace combined,
All highest Strength, all purest Love,
The rushing of the mighty Wind,
The brooding of the gentle Dove,—

Come, give us still thy powerful aid,
And urge us on and keep us Thine,
Nor leave the hearts that once were made
Fit temples for Thy grace divine:

Nor let us quench Thy sevenfold light;
But still with softest breathings stir
Our wayward souls—and lead us right,
O Holy Ghost, the Comforter!