STRENGTHENED WITH MIGHT BY HIS SPIRIT IN THE INNER MAN OME to our poor nature's might, We are sinful; cleanse us, Lord; Comforter divine. Orphan are our souls, and poor; Like the dew, Thy peace distil; Gentle, awful, holy Guest, Make Thy temple in each breast Shrine of purity confessed, Comforter divine: In us, for us, intercede, And with voiceless groanings plead Our unutterable need, Comforter divine. In us, "Abba, Father," cry, Comforter divine: Search for us the depths of God; To the height of Thine abode, THROUGH HIM WE HAVE ACCESS BY ONE SPIRIT UNTO THE FATHER. OLY Spirit, given For our guide to heaven, With Thy peace consoling, Every ill controlling, On our darkness shine! Faith and hope and love increasing, Lord, of life the Giver, Heavenly life inspire: Heart, mind, thought, desire! Fill our meditation With Thine inspiration: Graft us in Thy word: Thine all-fruitful blessing, Follow Him with faith unfeignéd, Only through His merit In His Name we plead: In our wealth, and in affliction, Crown us with Thy benediction. Amen. IT IS THE SPIRIT THAT QUICKENETH. POLY Spirit, Lord of Light, Thy pure beaming radiance give: Thou, of all consolers best, Dost refreshing peace bestow; Light most blissful, Light divine, |