His tender last farewell,
A guide, a comforter, bequeathed
With us to dwell.
A gracious, willing guest,
While He can find one humble heart
Wherein to rest.
Soft as the breath of even,
That checks each fault, that calms each fear
With peace of heav’n.
And every victory won,
And every thought of holiness,
Are His alone.
Our weakness pitying see;
Oh, make our heart Thy dwelling place,
And worthier Thee.