Words: , in Village Hymns, by Asahel Nettleton, 1824. Music: Woolwich, , 1876. |
Blest Comforter divine,
Whose rays of heav’nly love
Amid our gloom and darkness shine,
And guide our souls above;
Thou, who with still small voice
Dost stop the sinner’s way,
And bid the mourning saint rejoice,
Though earthly joys decay;
Thou, whose inspiring breath
Can make the cloud of care,
And e’en the gloomy vale of death,
A smile of glory wear;
Thou, who dost fill the heart
With love to all our race;
Blest Comforter, to us impart
The blessings of Thy grace.