Our blest Redeemer, ere He breathed

His tender last farewell,

A Guide, a Comforter bequeath'd,

With us to dwell.

He came an semblance of a dove,

With shearing wings outspread,

The holy balm of peace and love

On each to shed.

He comes sweet influence to impart,

A gracious, willing guest,

While He can find one humble heart

Wherein to rest.

And His that gentle voice we hear,

Soft as the breath of even,

That checks each fault, that calms each fear,

And speaks of heaven.

And every virtue we possess,

And every conquest won,

And every thought of holiness,

Are His alone.

Spirit of purity and grace,

Our weakness, pitying see;

O make our hearts Thy dwelling place,

And worthier Thee.