'Tis thine to make the hardened feel;
Thine to give light to blinded eyes,
And bid the groveling spirit rise.
3 When faith is weak, and courage fails,
When grief or doubt our soul assails,
Who can, like thee, our spirits cheer?
Great Comforter! be ever near.
4 Come, Holy Spirit! like the fire;
With burning zeal our souls inspire;
Come, like the south-wind, breathing balm,