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THOU plenteous Source of light and love, from whom all grace proceeds, Chase from our souls the gloom of night, and make us hate its deeds;
In armour clad of heavenly proof we will not fear nor fly,
But bravely through opposing hosts press onwards to the sky.
If long and doubtful seem the strife, our pains and trials sore,
When time has run its destined course, and all our years are fled,
ALLELUIA. 8, 7, 8, 7, 4, 7.
LORD! dismiss us with Thy blessing,
Fill our hearts with joy and peace;
Let us each, Thy love possessing,
O refresh us,
Thanks we give and adoration
For the Gospel's joyful sound;
May the fruits of Thy salvation
In our hearts and lives abound!
May Thy presence
With us evermore be found
MAY the grace of Christ our Saviour,
And the Father's boundless love, With the Holy Spirit's favour, Rest upon us from above!
Thus may we abide in union With each other and the Lord, And possess, in sweet communion, Joys which earth cannot afford.