Our blest Redeemer, ere He breathed
His tender, last farewell,
A Guide, a Comforter, bequeathed
With us to dwell.
He came sweet influence to impart,
A gracious, willing Guest,
While He can find one humble heart
Wherein to rest.
And His that gentle voice we hear,
Soft as the breath of even,
That checks each fault, that calms each fear,
And speaks of heaven.
And every virtue we possess,
And every victory won,
And every thought of holiness
Are His alone.
Spirit of purity and grace,
Our weakness, pitying, see;
O make our hearts thy dwelling-place,
And worthier thee.
|First Line:||Our blest Redeemer, ere He breathed|
|Title:||Our blest Redeemer, ere He breathed|
|Author:||Harriet Auber (1829)|
|Composer:||John Bacchus Dykes (1861)|
|Incipit:||11123 44351 33454|