The Comforter

I will not leave you comfortless—
The message fell like gentle rain
Upon the anguished, troubled hearts,
Stilling the cries of pain.

I will not leave you comfortless,
Through all the years the promise runs,
Still stands the holy Christ to bless
The suffering weary ones.

Forever living, loving Christ,
Dwell deep within my heart today,
Teach me the beauty of thy peace,
My Comforter—alway.

Beloved holy gift of God,
In radiance from my heart so shine,
That tired and sick knock at my door,
Seeking thee, Christ divine.

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