LYRIC

1 Sure the blest comforter is nigh,
‘Tis he sustains my fainting heart;
Else would my hope forever die,
And every cheering ray depart.

2 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?

3 Whene’er to call the Savior mine,
With ardent with my heart aspires;
Can it be less than power divine,
Which animates these strong desires?

4 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?

5 And when my cheerful hope can say,
I love my God, and taste his grace,
Lord, is it not thy blissful ray,
Which brings this dawn of sacred peace?

6 Let thy kind spirit in my heart
Forever dwell, O God of love,
And light and heavenly peace impart,
Sweet earnest of the joys above.


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Blessy Christlin

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