I

O God of grace, Thou Spirit blest,

Find in our hearts a place to rest,

And there abide for aye;

And let Thy soothing comfort heal

The smarting wounds our spirits feel,

And all our fears allay.

II

When, of the dismal past, misspent,

Our stricken souls in grief repent

And shun the memory drear;

Then, let Thy sweet forgiving grace,

Reveal to us the Father's face,

And scatter all our fear.

III

When, fearful, to the hidden goal,

With timid flight the anxious soul

Would upward, onward press;

Rend Thou the brooding clouds of fear,

To let the cheering light appear,

The doubting soul to bless.

IV

O God of comfort, Spirit blest,

Find in our hearts a place to rest,

And give a calm, secure;—

The past of all its threatening shorn,

The future shining like the morn,

With light that shall endure.