|DEAR Lord, and shall Thy Spirit rest
In such a fallen heart as mine?
Unworthy dwelling! glorious Guest!
Favour astonishing, divine!
|2||Yet, the blest Comforter is nigh;
’Tis He sustains my fainting heart;
Else would my hopes for ever die,
And all assurance then depart.
|3||When some kind promise lifts my soul,
Do I not find His healing voice
The tempest of my fears control,
And bid my drooping powers rejoice?
|4||Whene’er to call the Saviour mine,
With ardent wish my heart aspires,
Can it be less than power divine,
Which animates these strong desires?
|5||What less than Thine almighty Word,
Can raise my heart from earth and dust,
And bid me cleave to Thee, my Lord,
My life, my treasure and my trust?
|Anne Steele, 1717-78|