1 Sure the blest comforter is nigh,
'Tis he sustains my fainting heart;
Else would my hope forever die,
And every 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 Whene'er to call the Saviour mine,
With ardent with my heart aspires;
Can it be less than pow'r divine,
Which animates these strong desires?
4 What less than thy 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?
5 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?
6 Let thy kind spirit in my heart
Forever dwell, O God of love,
And light and heavenly peace impart,
Sweet earnest of the joys above.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Sure the blest comforter is nigh |
Title: | The influence of the spirit experienced |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1799 |
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Topic: | Spirit: Experienced |
Notes: | Public Domain. |