Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With
all Thy quickening powers;
Kindle
a flame of sacred love
In
these cold hearts of ours.
2
O
raise our thoughts from things below,
From
vanities and toys;
Then
shall we with fresh courage go
To
reach eternal joys.
3
Awake
our souls to joyful songs;
Let
pure devotion rise;
Till
praises employs our thankful tongues,
And
doubt forever dies.
4
Father,
we would no longer live
At
this poor dying rate;
To
Thee our thankful love we give,
For
Thine to us is great!
5
Come,
Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With
all Thy quickening powers;
Come,
shed abroad the Savior’s love
And
that shall kindle ours.