1 Come, holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all thy quickening powers;
Kindle a flame of sacred love
In these cold hearts of ours.
2 Behold us groveling here below,
Engag'd in trifling toys!
Our souls can neither fly, nor go
To reach eternal joys.
3 In vain we tune our formal songs,
In vain we strive to rise;
Hosannah's languish on our tongues,
And our devotion dies.
4 Dear Lord! and shall we still remain
In this declining state?
Our love so faint, so cold to thee,
And thine to us so great?
5 Come, holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all thy quickening powers;
Come, shed abroad a Saviour’s love
And that shall kindle ours.
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First Line: | Come, holy Spirit, heavenly Dove |
Title: | Breathing after the holy Spirit |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1785 |