CH1941, Hymn #214

Verse 1
Our blest Redeemer, ere he breathed
His tender last farewell,
A Guide, a Comforter, bequeathed
With us to dwell.

Verse 2
He came sweet influence to impart,
A gracious, willing Guest,
While he can find one humble heart
Wherein to rest.

Verse 3
And his that gentle voice we hear,
Soft as the breath of even,
That checks the wrong, that calms the fear,
And speaks of Heaven.

Verse 4
And every virtue we possess,
And every victory won,
And every thought of holiness
Are his alone.

Verse 5
Spirit of purity and grace,
Our weakness, pitying, see;
O make our hearts thy dwelling place,
Till all like thee.