Letras

Dear Lord! and shall thy Spirit rest
In such a wretched heart as mine?
Unworthy dwelling! Glorious Guest!
Favour 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 for ever die,
And ev'ry cheering ray depart.
When some kind promise glads my soul,
Do I not find his healing voice,
The tempest of my fears control,
And bid my drooping pow'rs rejoice!
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 rising soul can say,
I love my God, and taste his grace,
Lord, is it not thy blissful ray
Which brings this dawn of sacred peace?
Written by: Nico Muhly
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