Whitsunday 199. Our blest Redeemer, ere He breathed

[771]St. Cuthbert:

John Bacchus Dykes, 1861

Harriet Auber, 1829

Our blest Redeemer, ere He breathed

His tender, last farewell,

A Guide, a Comforter, bequeathed

With us to dwell.

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 victory 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.

Amen.