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374 But all the universe empty of that one high

And exquisite accomplishment and power,

Forever and forever—can it be?

"SPARE ME MY DREAMS"

HYMN

(THANKSGIVING FOR SAINTS AND PROPHETS)

Thee, Eternal Soul, be praise!

Who, from of old to our own days

Through souls of saints and prophets, Lord,

Hast sent Thy light, Thy love, Thy word.

We thank Thee for each mighty one

Through whom Thy living light hath shone;

And for each humble soul and sweet

That lights to heaven our wandering feet.