Oh! send, thy Spirit forth in power
O'er our dark souls to brood!
5Thou that didst bow the billows' pride,
Thy mandates to fulfil--
Speak, speak to passion's raging tide,
Speak and say--"Peace, be still!"
221. L. M. 6l. Barton.
The Pool of Bethesda.
1Around Bethesda's healing wave
Waiting to hear the rustling wing,