Full Lyrics
Come to our poor nature's night
With Thy blessed inward light,
Holy Ghost, the Infinite,
Comforter divine.
We are sinful, cleans us, Lord;
Sick and faint, Thy strength afford;
Lost, until by Thee restored,
Comforter divine.
Orphan are our souls and poor;
Give us from Thy heavenly store
Faith, joy, love for evermore,
Comforter divine.
Like the dew Thy peace distil;
Guide, subdue our wayward will,
Things of Christ unfolding still,
Comforter divine.
Gentle, awful, holy Guest,
Make Thy temple in each breast;
There Thy presence be confest,
Comforter divine.
With us, for us, intercede,
And with voiceless graonings plead
Our unutterable need,
Comforter divine.
In us, "Abba, Father", cry;
Earnest of the bliss on high,
Seal of immortality,
Comforter divine.
Search for us the depths of God;
Upwards, by the starry road,
Bear us to Thy high abode,
Comforter divine.
