Granted is the Sav­ior’s pray­er,
Sent the gra­cious Com­fort­er;
Promise of our part­ing Lord,
Jesus now to Heav­en re­stored.

Christ, who now gone up on high,
Captive leads cap­ti­vi­ty;
While His foes from Him re­ceive
Grace, that God with man may live.

God, the ev­er­last­ing God,
Makes with mor­tals His ab­ode;
Whom the heav­ens can­not con­tain,
He vouch­safes to dwell in man.

Never will He thence de­part,
Inmate of a hum­ble heart,
Carrying on His work with­in,
Striving till He casts out sin.

There He helps our fee­ble moans,
Deepens our im­per­fect groans,
Intercedes in si­lence there,
Sighs the un­ut­ter­able pray­er.

Come, di­vine and peace­ful Guest,
Enter our de­vot­ed breast;
Life di­vine in us re­new,
Thou the Gift, the Giv­er, too!