By G.D. Watson

      Dear Holy Spirit, who can know
      The Comforter Thou art,
      Till they have felt deep need of Thee
      From out a broken heart.

      Ten thousand griefs, dear Lord, have swept
      Across this heart of mine,
      But every one has pushed me out
      Still deeper into Thine.

      I know Thou workest for my good,
      The soul's unfathomed pains,
      The deep, dark dungeon's doleful cries
      Thou turn'st to mellow strains.

      Thou art far sweeter than Thy gifts,
      Though they surpass all thought;
      And yet Thy presence in my breast
      With precious blood was bought.

      O Comforter! it is Thyself
      Who shows the blood to me,
      And in my mind revealest Christ
      Like an effulgent sea.

      No creature in this world can know
      The way Thou leadest me,
      Through storms and pangs and lonely griefs,
      From self out into Thee.

      Dear, peaceful Spirit, Thou hast borne
      My sad heart far away
      Into a gulf of tender love,
      Which melts it day by day.

      Blest Holy Ghost, to me
      Thou art A boundless crystal sea,
      And I can lose all loneliness
      When all alone with Thee.

      I have no wish in all the world
      But to be filled with Thee,
      And drink my being full of love
      From Thine immensity.