The Hymnal ‎#278

278. Come to our poor nature's night

1 Come to our poor nature's night
With Thy blessed inward light,
Holy Ghost the Infinite,
Comforter Divine.

2 We are sinful -- cleanse us, Lord;
Sick and faint, Thy strength afford;
Lost, until by Thee restored,
Comforter Divine.

3 Orphans are our souls, and poor;
Give us from Thy heavenly store
Faith, love, joy for evermore,
Comforter Divine.

4 Like the dew Thy peace distill;
Guide, subdue our wayward will,
Things of Christ unfolding still,
Comforter Divine.

5 Gentle, awful, Holy Guest,
Make Thy temple in each breast;
There Thy presence be confessed,
Comforter Divine.

6 With us, for us, intercede,
And with voiceless groanings plead
Our unutterable need,
Comforter Divine.

7 In us, "Abba, Father," cry;
Earnest of the bliss on high,
Seal of immortality,
Comforter Divine.

8 Search for us the depths of God;
Upwards, by the starry road,
Bear us to Thy high abode,
Comforter Divine.

Amen.

Text Information

• First Line: Come to our poor nature's night
• Author: George Rawson (1853, 1876)
• Publication Date: 1895

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