Many prayers offered up
I can hold your hand
And help you drink the cup
Calling on our saviour
Who knows so very well
The pain of laboured breathing
Just before he descended into hell
Fear not his little sheep
He holds in victory the keys
Of hell and death
He comes and ever frees
The one who has nothing left
But to trust their all to you
Oh descend HolySpirit
And comfort through and through
I will sit here with you
And watch against the foe
Who may try and claim you
Though he will have to go
For I'll speak of your baptism
And the precious blood that flowed
And God the Father will command
And gently lift your heavy load
Fear not
Gently Breathe
Fear not
No longer grieve
See the angels
Are descending
See your soul arise
All heaven is you defending
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