Hymn CCLXXVII. Long Metre. The Influence of the Divine Spirit

When the blest comforter is nigh 'Tis he sustains my sinking heart; Else would my hopes forever die, And every cheering ray depart.

When some kind promise glads my soul, Does not his kind and welcome voice The tempest of my fears control And bid my drooping heart rejoice?

When e'er to call the Saviour mine With ardent wish my heart aspires, Can it be less than power divine Which animates these strong desires?

What less than thy almighty word Can raise my heart from earth and dust, And bid me welcome to my Lord, My life, my treasure and my trust?

And when my lively hope can say I love my God and taste his grace, Lord is it not thy blissful ray Which gives the vision of thy face?

Let thy good spirit in my heart Forever dwell, O God of love; And light and heavenly peace impart; Blest earnest of the joys above.