(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.