The Comforter Has Come


The Comforter has come,
We feel his presence here;
Our hearts would now no longer roam,
But bow in filial fear.

This tenderness of love,
This hush of solemn power,–
‘Tis heaven descending from above,
To fill this favored hour.

Earth’s darkness all has fled,
Heaven’s light serenely shines,
And every heart, divinely led,
To holy thought inclines.

No more let sin deceive,
Nor earthly cares betray,
Oh, let us never, never grieve
The Comforter away!