Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David ‎#XXXVII

XXXVII. Breathing after the holy Spirit

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.

Text Information

• First Line: Come, holy Spirit, heavenly Dove
• Title: Breathing after the holy Spirit
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1787

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