Hymns, etc. ‎#6

6. Descend from heav'n, celestial dove

1 Descend from heav'n, celestial dove;
With flames of pure seraphic love
Our ravish'd breasts inspire.
Fountain of joy, blest paraclete,
Warm our cold hearts with heav'nly heat,
And set our souls on fire.

2 Breathe on these bones so dry and dead,
Thy sweetest, softest influence shed
In all our hearts abroad.
Point out the place, where grace abounds;
Direct us to the bleeding wounds
Of our incarnate God.

3 Conduct, blest guide, thy sinner-train
To Calv'ry where the lamb was slain;
And with us there abide.
Let us our lov'd Redeemer meet,
Weep o’er his pierced hands and feet,
And view his wounded side.

4 From which pure fountain if thou draw
Water to quench the fiery law,
And blood to purge our sin.
We’ll tell the Father, in that day,
(And thou shalt witness what we say)
"We’re clean, just God, we’re clean."
 
5 Teach us for what to pray; and how;
And since, kind God, ‘tis only thou
The throne of grace can move,
Pray thou for us; that we thro' faith,
May feel th' effects of Jesu's death,
Thro' faith that works by love.

6 Thou with the Father and the Son
Art that mysterious three=in-one,
God blest for evermore:
Whom though we cannot comprehend,
Feeling thou art the sinner’s friend,
We love thee, and adore.

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• First Line: Descend from heav'n, celestial dove
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1787

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