EN 4403 Come to Our Poor Nature’s Night
John.14.16
Versi Version 1
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Come to our poor nature’s night,
With Thy blessed inward light,
Holy Ghost, the Infinite,
Comforter Divine.
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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.
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Like the dew Thy peace distil;
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.
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With us, for us, intercede,
And, with voiceless groanings, plead
Our unutterable need,
Comforter Divine.
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In us “Abba, Father!” cry,
Earnest of the bliss on high,
Seal of immortality,
Comforter Divine.
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Search for us the depths of God;
Upwards by the starry road,
Bear us to Thy high abode,
Comforter Divine.

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