3
Like the dew thy peace distil;
Guide, subdue our wayward will,
Things of Christ unfolding still,
Comforter Divine,

4
Gentle, awful, holy Guest
Make thy temple in each breast;
There thy presence be confessed,
Comforter Divine.

5
With us, for us, intercede,
And with voiceless groanings plead
Our unutterable need,
Comforter Divine.

6
In us, “Abba, Father,” cry,
Earnest of the bliss on high,
Seal of immortality,
Comforter Divine.

7
Search for us the depths of God;
Upwards by the starry road,
Bear us to thy high abode,
Comforter Divine.

G. Rawson, 1876

175

Lov-ing Spir - it, God of peacel Great Dis - trib - u - tor

of grace! Rest up

on this con-gre - ga - tion; Hear, o hear our sup-pli - ca

from the fount of heav'n-ly grace, Brook by the traveller's way.

A-men.

2

Bread of our souls, whereon we feed;

True manna from on high;
Our guide and chart, wherein we read

Of realms beyond the sky;

3
Pillar of fire, through watches dark,

Or radiant cloud by day;
When waves would whelm our tossing bark,

Our anchor and our stay;

4
Word of the ever-living God,

Will of his glorious Son:-
Without thee how could earth be trod,

Or heaven itself be won ?

5
Yet to unfold thy hidden worth,

Thy mysteries to reveal,
That Spirit which first gave thee forth

Thy volume must unseal.

6
And we, if we aright would learn

The wisdom it imparts,
Must to its heavenly teaching turn
With simple, childlike hearts.

178

Bernard Barton, 1836

I Christ

in his word draws near; Hush, moaning voice of fear, He

bids thee

Him

who comes forth to

Our souls with

A-men.