Scripture Verse

He breathed on them and said, Receive the Holy Spi­rit. John 20:22


Words: R. F. Chalk, 1905, alt. Ap­peared in Ca­rols of Hope, ed­it­ed by Clar­ence M. Sea­mans, Fred­er­ick Stan­ton & Fran­cis A. Black­mer (Bos­ton, Mas­sa­chu­setts: Ad­vent Chris­tian Pub­li­ca­tion So­cie­ty, 1906), page 121.

Music: Fred­er­ick S. Stan­ton, Sr. (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know Chalk’s full name, or where to get a good pho­to of him or Stan­ton (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),


Sweetly and soft­ly my Sav­ior is call­ing,
Gently in tones sweet and low;
Calming the storms in my in­ward life beat­ing,
And hush­ing my soul and its woe.


Then sweet­ly breathe on me Thy life,
And qui­et all doubt­ing with­in;
Yes, sweet­ly breathe on me Thy life,
That my soul may be free from all sin.

Stronger and strong­er my Sav­ior is hold­ing,
Keeping me close in His arms;
Shielding me safe when the bil­lows are roll­ing,
And rest­ing my soul from alarms.


Deeper and deep­er my Sav­ior is com­ing
Into my heart ev­ery day;
Guarding my foot­steps while on this life’s jour­ney,
With light from yon Hea­ven’s own ray.


Daily, yes, dai­ly I’m know­ing Him bet­ter,
Learning—close down at His feet;
Peace o’er my soul rush­es on like a ri­ver,
And hearts in true uni­son beat.