28    C.M.     J. Hart
“It is the Spirit that quickeneth.” John 6. 63; 14. 16

1 Blest Spirit of truth, eternal God,
  Thou meek and lowly Dove,
  Who fill’st the soul through Jesus’ blood,
  With faith, and hope, and love;

2 Who comfortest the heavy heart,
  By sin and sorrow pressed;
  Who to the dead canst life impart,
  And to the weary rest;

3 [Thy sweet communion charms the soul,
  And gives true peace and joy,
  Which Satan’s power cannot control,
  Nor all his wiles destroy;]

4 Come from the blissful realms above;
  Our longing breasts inspire
  With thy soft flames of heavenly love,
  And fan the sacred fire.

5 [Let no false comfort lift us up
  To confidence that’s vain;
  Nor let their faith and courage droop,
  For whom the Lamb was slain.]

6 Breathe comfort where distress abounds,
  Make the whole conscience clean,
  And heal, with balm from Jesus’ wounds,
  The festering sores of sin.

7 Vanquish our lust, our pride remove,
  Take out the heart of stone;
  Show us the Father’s boundless love,
  And merits of the Son.

8 The Father sent the Son to die;
  The willing Son obeyed;
  The witness thou, to ratify
  The purchase Christ has made.