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HOLY SCRIPTURES |
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2 The Church from Thee, her Master,
Received the gift divine; And still that light she lifteth
O'er all the earth to shine; It is the golden casket
Where gems of truth are stored; It is the heaven-drawn picture
Of Thee, the living Word. |
3 It floateth like a banner
Before God's host unfurled; It shineth like a beacon
Above the darkling world; It is the chart and compass,
That o'er life's surging sea, 'Mid mists, and rocks, and quicksands,
Still guides, O Christ, to Thee. |
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4 O make Thy Church, dear Saviour,
A lamp of burnished gold, To bear before the nations
Thy true light, as of old. O teach Thy wandering pilgrims
By this their path to trace, Till, clouds and darkness ended,
They see Thee face to face. |
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Bishop William W. How, 1867 |
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