O Comforter, Gentle and Tender

O Com­fort­er

gen­tle and ten­der

O holy and heav­en­ly Dove;

We’re yield­ing our hearts in sur­ren­der

We’re wait­ing Thy full­ness to prove.

We’re wait­ing

we’re wait­ing

For Thee

O heav­en­ly Dove;

We’re yield­ing our hearts to sur­ren­der

We’re wait­ing Thy full­ness to prove.

Come strong as the wind o’er the ocean

Or soft as the breath­ing of morn

Subduing our spir­it’s com­mo­tion

And cheer­ing when hearts are for­lorn.

O come as the heart search­ing fire

O come as the sin cleans­ing flood;

Consume us with holy de­sire

And fill with the full­ness of God.

Anoint us with glad­ness and heal­ing;

Baptize us with pow­er from on high;

O come with Thy fill­ing and seal­ing

While low at Thy foot­stool we lie.