Blest Comforter Divine

Blest Com­fort­er di­vine!

Whose rays of heav’n­ly love

Amid our gloom and dark­ness shine

And guide our souls ab­ove;

Thou

who with still small voice

Dost stop the sin­ner’s way

And bid the mourn­ing saint re­joice

Though earth­ly joys de­cay;

Thou

whose in­spir­ing breath

Can make the cloud of care

And e’en the gloomy vale of death

A smile of glo­ry wear;

Thou

who dost fill the heart

With love to all our race;

Blest Com­fort­er

to us im­part

The bless­ings of Thy grace.