1 Sure the blest Comforter is nigh,
'Tis he sustains my fainting heart;
Else would my hope forever die,
And ev'ry cheering ray depart.
2 When some kind promise glads my soul,
Do I not find his healing voice
The tempest of my fears control,
And bid my drooping pow'rs rejoice?
3 What less than thine almighty word
Can raise my heart from earth and dust,
And bid me cleave to thee, my Lord,
My life, my treasure, and my trust!
4 And when my cheerful hope can say,
"I love my God, and taste his grace;"
Lord, is it not thy blissful ray,
Which brings this dawn of sacred peace?
5 Let thy kind Spirit in my heart
Forever dwell, O God of love,
And light and heav'nly peace impart,
Sweet earnest of the joys above.
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First Line: | Sure the blest Comforter is nigh |
Title: | The Holy spirit a Comforter |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1845 |
Topic: | Holy Spirit: His Influence |