Moravian Hymn Book, #199: Holy Ghost, dispel our sadness

O du allersüsste Freude. 1648. P. Gerhardt.

, dispel our sadness, Pierce the clouds of sinful night; Come, thou source of sweetest gladness, Breathe thy life, and spread thy light.

From that height which knows no measure As a gracious shower descend, Bringing down the richest treasure Man can wish, or God can send!

[Come, Thou best of all donations...]

[Known to Thee are all recesses...]

Manifest thy love for ever; Fence us in on every side; In distress be our Reliever, Guard and teach, support and guide.

[Be our Friend on each occasion...]

When we die, be our Salvation, Raise us glorious from the grave; Perfect thus thy new creation, God! omnipotent to save.

1725. J. C. Jacobi, a; 1776. A. Toplady, a.

Moravian Hymn Book, #199