1078    L.M.     A. Steele
“For he dwelleth with you, and shall be in you.” John 14. 17

1 Dear Lord, and shall thy Spirit rest
  In such a wretched heart as mine?
  Unworthy dwelling! glorious guest!
  Favour astonishing, divine!

2 When sin prevails, and gloomy fear,
  And hope almost expires in night,
  Lord, can thy Spirit then be here,
  Great Spring of comfort, life, and light?

3 Sure the blest Comforter is nigh;
  ’Tis he sustains my fainting heart;
  Else would my hopes for ever die,
  And every cheering ray depart.

4 When some kind promise glads my soul,
  Do I not find his healing voice,
  The tempest of my fears control,
  And bid my drooping powers rejoice?

5 Whene’er to call the Saviour mine,
  With ardent wish my heart aspires,
  Can it be less than power divine,
  Which animates these strong desires?

6 What less than thy almighty word,
  Can raise my heart from earth and dust,
  And bid me cleave to thee, my Lord,
  My life, my treasure, and my trust?