HOU Lord of hosts, whose guiding Send us where'er thou wilt, O Lord, THOU hand Has brought us here before thy face, Our spirits wait for thy command, Our silent hearts implore thy peace. Through rugged toil and wearying fight; Thy conquering love shall be our sword, And faith in thee our truest might. 2. Those spirits lay their noblest powers 4. Send down thy constant aid, we pray; OCTAVIUS BROOKS FROTHINGHAM, 1822-1895 THOU whose power o'er moving worlds presides, Whose voice created, and whose wisdom guides, On darkling man in pure effulgence shine, And cheer the clouded mind with light divine. A MEN. 2. 'Tis thine alone to calm the pious breast With silent confidence and holy rest: From thee, great God, we spring, to thee we tend, BOETHIUS, circa 475-525. |