Come, Holy Spirit

1Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all Thy quickening powers;
Kindle a flame of sacred love
In these cold hearts of ours.

2O raise our thoughts from things below,
From vanities and toys!
Till praise employs our thankful tongues,
To reach eternal joys.

3Awake our souls to joyful songs,
Let pure devotions rise;
And doubt forevervanish
At this poor, dying rate.

4Father, we want a longing rate,
At this poor, dying rate;
To Thee our thankful love we give,
For Thine to us is great.

5Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all Thy quickening powers;
Come, shed abroad a Savior's love,
And that shall kindle ours.