(Part of a series singing through the hymnbook I grew up with: Great Hymns of the Faith)

1

Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,

With all Thy quick’ning pow’rs;

Kindle a flame of sacred love

In these cold hearts of ours.

2

Look how we grovel here below,

Fond of these earthly toys;

Our souls, how heavily they go

To reach eternal joys.

3

In vain we tune our formal songs,

In vain we strive to rise;

Hosannas languish on our tongues,

And our devotion dies.

4

Dear Lord, and shall we ever live

At this poor dying rate?

Our love so faint, so cold to Thee,

And Thine to us so great!

5

Come, Holy Spirit, heav’nly Dove,

With all Thy quick’ning pow’rs;

Come, shed abroad a Savior’s love,

And that shall kindle ours.