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Our blest Redeemer ere he breathed
His last farewell,
A guide, a Comforter bequeathed,
With us to dwell.
He came in tongues of living flame,
To teach, subdue;
All-powerful as the wind he came,
As viewless too.
He comes, his graces to impart,
A willing guest,
While he can find one humble heart
Wherein to rest.
He breathes that gentle voice we hear,
As breeze of even,
That checks each fault, that calms each fear,
And speaks of heaven.
And all the good that we possess,
His gift we own;
Yes, every thought of holiness,
And victory won.
Spirit of purity and grace:
Our weakness see;
Oh, make our hearts thy dwelling-place,
And worthier thee!
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8 4 8 4
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8 4 8 4
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