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<h2>HOLY SPIRIT, FAITHFUL GUIDE</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“He will be our Guide even to the end.” Psalm 48:14</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<p><em>Words:</em> Marcus Morris Wells, 1858. Wells (1815-1895) is somewhat of an anomaly among hymnists. He wasn’t a clergyman or musician, just a simple farmer:</p>
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<p>On a Saturday afternoon in October, 1858, while at work in my cornfield near Hardwick, New York, the sentiment of this hymn came to me. The next day, I finished the hymn and wrote a tune for it and sent it to Professor I. G. Woodbury.</p>
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Guide,” Marcus Morris Wells, 1858 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_g_guide.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>Holy Spirit, faithful Guide, ever near the Christian’s side;<br>
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Gently lead us by the hand, pilgrims in a desert land.<br>
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Weary souls fore’er rejoice, while they hear that sweetest voice,<br>
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Whispering softly, “Wanderer, come, follow Me, I’ll guide thee home.”</p>
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<p>Ever present, truest Friend, ever near Thine aid to lend,<br>
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Leave us not to doubt and fear, groping on in darkness drear.<br>
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When the storms are raging sore, hearts grow faint and hopes give o’er.<br>
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Whispering softly, “Wanderer, come, follow Me, I’ll guide thee home.”</p>
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<p>When our days of toil cease, waiting still for sweet release,<br>
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Nothing left but heaven and prayer, wondering if our names are there;<br>
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Wading deep the dismal flood, pleading naught but Jesus’ blood,<br>
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Whispering softly, “Wanderer, come, follow Me, I’ll guide thee home.”</p>
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