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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!
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LYRICS
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8 6 8 6 D (D.C.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 1854 | # 500 |
echo ' | ';
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