1 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all Thy quickening powers;
Kindle a flame of sacred love
In these cold hearts of ours.
2 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!
3 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all Thy quickening powers;
Come, shed abroad the Savior's love
And that shall kindle ours. Amen.
