- Our blest Redeemer, ere he breathed
His tender last farewell,
A Guide, a Comforter, bequeathed
With us to dwell.
- He came in semblance of a dove
With sheltering wings outspread,
The holy balm of peace and love
On earth to shed.
- He came sweet influence to impart,
A gracious, willing Guest,
While he can find one humble heart
Wherein to rest.
- And his that gentle voice we hear,
Soft as the breath of even,
That checks each fault, that calms each fear,
And speaks of heaven.
- And every virtue we possess,
And every conquest won,
And every thought of holiness,
Are his alone.
- Spirit of purity and grace,
Our weakness, pitying, see:
O make our hearts thy dwelling place
And worthier thee. Amin.