In his excellent eulogy of Peter Bancroft today, Wayne Drysdale closed with this poem. Read more here:
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Saturday, May 26, 2012
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Hymn by William Bathurst
Holy Spirit, from on high
Bend over us a pitying eye;
Now refresh the drooping heart;
Bid the power of sin depart.
Light up every dark recess
Of our heart's ungodliness;
Show us every devious way
Where our hearts have gone astray.
Teach us, with repentant grief,
Humbly to implore relief;
Then the Savior's blood reveal,
And our broken spirits heal.
May we daily grow in grace,
And with patience run the race,
Trained in wisdom, led by love,
Till we reach our home above.
Bend over us a pitying eye;
Now refresh the drooping heart;
Bid the power of sin depart.
Light up every dark recess
Of our heart's ungodliness;
Show us every devious way
Where our hearts have gone astray.
Teach us, with repentant grief,
Humbly to implore relief;
Then the Savior's blood reveal,
And our broken spirits heal.
May we daily grow in grace,
And with patience run the race,
Trained in wisdom, led by love,
Till we reach our home above.
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