Hymns for Whit-Sunday, 16

John xvi. 7.
O THOU who by Thy blood
Hast brought a world to God,
Thou who to Thy Father gone
Dost in our behalf appear,
Hear Thy desolate servants groan,
Send us down the Comforter.
Hadst Thou not purged our stain,
And gone to God again,
None of Adam's helpless race
Could that blessed Spirit find;
But Thou hast obtain'd the grace,
Purchased Him for all mankind.

Didst Thou not plead above
For us Thy dying love,
Never could we hope Thine aid,
Never for Thy Spirit call:
But Thou hast the Father pray'd,
Hast received the Gift for all.

"And if I go away
(By faith we hear Thee say)
I the Comforter will send,
Comforter of you that grieve,
All your goings to attend,
Ever in your hearts to live."

Amen our hearts reply
Uplifted to the sky,
Pant to be Thy bless'd abode,
Swell to be possess'd by Thee,
Fill'd with the indwelling God,
Fill'd to all eternity.