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O Thou great Spirit! who along
The waters first did move,
And straight, from warring chaos sprung
Light, harmony and love;
Upon our waiting spirits brood,
Bid all their discord cease,
And breathe upon the troubled soul
Thy last, best gift of peace!
Source: A Book of Hymns for Public and Private Devotion (15th ed.) #500