By A Collection of Hymns

      C.M.
      1 SPIRIT of truth! on this thy day
      To thee for help we cry,
      To guide us through the dreary way
      Of dark mortality.

      2 We ask not, Lord, thy cloven flame,
      Or tongues of various tone;
      But long thy praises to proclaim
      With fervour in our own.

      3 We mourn not that prophetic skill
      Is found on earth no more;
      Enough for us to trace thy will
      In Scripture's sacred lore.

      4 No heavenly harpings soothe our ear,
      No mystic dreams we share;
      Yet hope to feel thy comfort near,
      And bless thee in our prayer.

      5 When tongues shall cease, and power decay,
      And knowledge empty prove,
      Do thou thy trembling servants stay,
      With faith, with hope, with love.