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

2 He came sweet influence to impart,
A gracious, willing guest,
While He can find one humble heart
Wherein to rest.

3 And His that gentle voice we hear,
Soft as the breath of ev'n,
That checks the wrong, that calms the fear,
And speaks of heav'n.

4 And ev'ry virtue we possess,
And ev'ry vict'ry won,
And ev'ry tho't of holiness
Are His alone.

5 Spirit of purity and grace,
Our weakness, pitying, see;
O make our hearts Thy dwelling place,
Till all like Thee.