Text: | Pleading the Spirit's aid |
Author: | Hart |
1 Blest Spir't of truth, eternal God,
Thou meek and lowly Dove,
Who fill’st the soul, thro' Jesu''s blood,
With faith, and hope, and love:
2 Who comfortest the heavy heart,
By sin and sorrow prest;
Who to the dead can'st life impart,
And to the weary, rest.
3 Thy sweet communion charms the soul,
And gives true peace and joy,
Which satan’s pow'r cannot controul,
Nor all his wiles destroy.
4 Come from the blissful realms above;
Our longing breasts inspire
With thy soft flames of heav'nly love,
And fan the sacred fire.
5 The Father sent the Son to die;
The willing Son obey'd;
The witness thou, to ratify
The purchase Christ has made.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Blest Spir't of truth, eternal God |
Title: | Pleading the Spirit's aid |
Author: | Hart |
Meter: | S. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |
Topic: | Holy Spirit |