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8.6.8.4.

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Our blest Redeemer, ere He breathed
His tender last farewell,
A Guide, a Comforter, bequeathed
With us to dwell.

2
He came in semblance of a dove,
With sheltering wings outspread,
The holy balm of peace and love
On earth to shed.

3
He came in tongues of living flame,
To teach, convince, subdue;
All-powerful as the wind He came,
As viewless too.

4
He came sweet influence to impart,
A gracious willing Guest,
While He prepares one humble heart
Wherein to rest.

5
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.

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And every virtue we possess,
And every conquest won,
And every thought of holiness,
Are His alone.

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Spirit of purity and grace,
Our weakness, pitying, see:
O make our hearts Thy dwelling-place,
And meet for Thee.