| Our blest Redeemer, ere He breathed His tender, last farewell, A Guide, a Comforter, bequeathed With us to dwell. | | He came 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 victory 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. | |