While the billows near me roll, While the tempest still is high.

to the haven guide; O receive my soul at last.

PADDINGTON. S. M.

Bos. Ac. Coll.

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Come, Holy Spirit, come, Let thy bright beams arise;

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from our minds, The darkness from our eyes.

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To that our lab'ring souls aspire, With ardent pangs of strong desire.

ARLINGTON. C. M.

Dr. Arne.

Second Treble.

3

This is the day the Lord hath made, He calls the hours his own; Let Treble.

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Base.

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heaven rejoice, let earth be glad, And praise surround his throne,

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PORTUGAL. L. M.

Second Treble.

Thorley.

Awake, my soul! and with the sun, Thy daily