{
  "title": "Come to our poor nature's night",
  "author": "",
  "tune": "Irene",
  "number": "248",
  "lyrics": "Come to our poor nature's night,\nWith thy blessed inward light,\nHoly Ghost, the Infinite,\nComforter Divine.\n\nWe are sinful—cleanse us, Lord;\nSick and faint—thy strength afford;\nLost—until by thee restored,\nComforter Divine.\n\nLike the dew thy peace distill;\nGuide, subdue our wayward will,\nThings of Christ unfolding still,\nComforter Divine.\n\nWith us, for us, intercede,\nAnd, with voiceless groanings, plead\nOur unutterable need,\nComforter Divine.\n\nIn us Abba, Father! cry,\nEarnest of the bliss on high,\nSeal of immortality,\nComforter Divine.\n\nSearch for us the depths of God;\nUpwards by the starry road,\nBear us to thy high abode,\nComforter Divine.",
  "first_line": "Come to our poor nature's night,"
}