1 O Holy Ghost, the Comforter,
How is thy love despised,
While the heart longs for sympathy
And friends are idolized.
2 O Spirit of the living God,
Brooding with dove-like wings
Over the helpless and the weak
Among created things!
3 Where should our feebleness find strength,
Our helplessness a stay,
Didst thou not bring us hope and help,
And comfort, day by day?
4 Great are thy consolations, Lord,
And mighty is thy power,
In sickness and in solitude,
In sorrow's darkest hour.
5 Oh, if the souls that now despise
And grieve thee, heavenly Dove,
Would seek thee, and would welcome thee,
How would they prize thy love!
|First Line:||O Holy Ghost, the Comforter|
|Title:||The Comforter's love|
|Author:||Mrs. Jane E. Saxby|
|Topic:||The Holy Spirit|