From then till now the Gift is sure;
And they who sorrow for their sin,
Or trial’s bitter pangs endure,
And they who mourn, and they who weep,
Find in the Gift a peace secure.
III
Vainly we mourn our absent Lord,
If Thou, the Comforter be near;
For it is Thine to take of His,
And make us feel that He is here;