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Hymn #175: Dear Lord, And Shall Thy Spirit Rest

Hymn #174 Hymn #176

The Holy Spirit

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175 (L.M.) Anne Steele

Dear Lord, and shall Thy Spirit rest

In such a wretched heart as mine?

Unworthy dwelling! glorious guest!

Favor astonishing — divine!

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?

Sure the blest Comforter is nigh;

'Tis He sustains my fainting heart;

Else would my hopes forever die,

And every cheering ray depart.

When some kind promise glads my soul,

Do I not find His healing voice

The tempest of my fears controls,

And bids my drooping pow'rs rejoice?

Whene'er to call the Saviour mine,

With ardent wish my heart aspires,

Can it be less than pow'r divine

Which animates these strong desires?

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?

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?

Hymn #174 Hymn #176