

Spiritual Songs Old and New
Song Hymnal of Praise and Joy Copywrite 1897 Pluma M. Brown
Savior! teach me, day by day, Love’s sweet lesson to obey: Sweeter lesson cannot be, Loving him who first loved me. With a child-like heart of love, At thy bidding may I move, Prompt to serve and follow thee, Loving him who first loved me.
Teach me all thy steps to trace, Strong to folloow in they grace, Learning how to love from thee, Loving him who first loved me. Love in loving finds employ-In obedience all her joy. Ever new that foy will be, Loving him who first loved me.
Thus may I rejoice to show, That I feel the love I owe, Singingtill thy face I see, Loving him who first loved me.
Jane E. Leeson
Holy Spirit, Truth divine! Dawn upon this soul of mine. Word of God and inward Light, Wake my spirit, clear my sight. Holy Spirit, Love divine! Glow within this heart of mine, Kindle every high desire; Perish self in thy pure fire.
Holy Spirit, Power divine! Fil and nerve this will of mine; By thee may I strongly live, Bravely bear, and nobly strive. Holy Spirit, Right Divine! King within my conscience reign; Be my law and I shall be, Firmly bound, forever free.
Holy Spirit, Joy divine! Gladden thou this heart of mine; In the desert ways I sing, Spring, O well! Forever spring.
S Longfellow
DRAWING NEARER by Lucy Laroom and D. Bortinanski
Within the footsteps of the ages, We are drawing nearer thee. Beautiful upon Time’s pages, Will our name and record be. Year on year of worthier living, Add we to life’s glorious sum. Through our striving, thy love-giving, Lord, they blessed kindom come.
Over fallen towers of error, Laid by our own hands in dust. Past the ghost of doubt and terror, Out of sloth’s in-eat-ing rust. From Gomorrah’s lurid smoldering, Borders of the drear Dead Sea; Graves where selfish love lie mouldering, Fly we ever unto thee.
Vain a secret hoard to carry, from our ruined house of pride. Weights that hinder, fiends that harry, Are the I-dols that we hide. Draw us rather by the sweetness, Of thy breath in living things; To thy-self with unclogged fleetness, Lifted, as on angel wings.
Dogmas into truth transmuting, Fusin difference in love; Creed and rit no more disputing, Closing rank and file we move. Leaving our dead past behind us, Turning not, not looking back; May no wayside glimmer blind us, To the one straight narrow track.