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Rh Thou, of all consolers best, Thou, the soul's delightful guest, Dost refreshing peace bestow; Thou in toil art comfort sweet, Pleasant coolness in the heat, Solace in the midst of woe

Light immortal, Light divine, Visit Thou these hearts of thine, And our inmost being fill; If Thou take Thy grace away. Nothing pure in man will stay— All his good is turn'd to ill.

Heal our wounds, our strength renew, On our dryness pour Thy dew, Wash the stains of guilt away, Bend the stubborn heart and will, Melt the frozen, warm the chill, Guide the steps that go astray.

Thou on those who evermore Thee confess and Thee adore, In Thy sevenfold gifts descend; Give them comfort when they die, Give them life with Thee on high, Give them joys which never end.

 

, my tongue, the Saviour's glory, Of His flesh the mystery sing; Of the blood, all price exceeding, Shed by our immortal king; Destin'd, for the world's redemption, From a noble womb to spring 