Great Spring of comfort, life, and light?
3 Sure the blest Comforter is nigh!
’Tis he sustains my fainting heart;
Else would my hopes for ever die,
And every cheering ray depart.
4 When some kind promise glads my soul,
Do I not find his healing voice
The tempest of my fears control,
And bid my drooping powers rejoice!
5 Let thy kind Spirit in my heart