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THE SPIRIT TURNS TO THEE.

    To Thee, my God, to Thee,
The soul that Thou hast wakened from the dust
Rises, with all the might of faith and trust,
    Whether on land or sea.

    To Thee, my God, to Thee,
The deathless essence which Thy hand hath given
To image forth on earth Thy face in heaven,
    Will spread its wings and flee!

    Though other beacons shine,
Though earthly pleasures woo the passing guest,
One gift alone can make the spirit blest,—
    Thy love, Thy joy divine.

    When, at the lightest call,
The joyous chords of life in union blend,
It waits until Thy presence comes to lend
    The sweetest tone of all.