Come, holy spirit, my soul assure
Relieve my fears that I no more
May doubt the love of christ for me
That my debt is paid, that I’ve been made free
O comforter, in me reside
When the tempter speaks be my faithful guide
Show your promise is for me secured
For the battle be my heavenly sword
Blessed assurance; Jesus is mine! Oh, what a foretaste of glory divine!
Heir of salvation, purchase of God, born of his spirit, washed in his blood
Illumine me with the savior’s light
To dispel my thoughts in the blackest night
In darkest hour to my soul reveal
The wounds which all my sorrows heal
Impress that seal, his image leave
And by your pow’r to his grace I’ll cleave
Until faith be sight and prayer be praise
When beholding Jesus face to face
This my story, this my song
Born of spirit, washed in blood
This my story, this my song
In my savior I belong