A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy ‎#195

195. Sure the blest Comforter is nigh

1 Sure the blest Comforter is nigh,
'Tis he sustains my fainting heart;
Else would my hope for ever 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
For ever dwell, O God of love;
And light and heav'nly peace impart,
Sweet earnest of the joys above.

Text Information

• First Line: Sure the blest Comforter is nigh
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1814
• Topic: The Influence of God's Holy Spirit
• Notes: Public Domain.

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