“Our blest Redeemer, are He breathed
His tender last farewell,
A Guide, a Comforter bequeathed,
With us to dwell.
And His that gentle voice we hear,
Soft as the breath of even,
That checks each fault that calms each fear,
And speaks of heaven.
And every virtue we possess.
And every conquest won,
And every thought of holiness,
Are His alone.
Spirit of purity and grace,
Our weakness, pitying, see;
Oh, make our hearts Thy dwelling-place,
And worthier Thee!”