1 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly dove,
With all Thy quickening powers,
Kindle a flame of sacred love
In these cold hearts of ours.
2 In vain we tune our formal songs,
In vain we strive to rise;
Hosannas languish on our tongues,
And our devotion dies.
3 And shall we then forever live
At this poor dying rate?
Our love so faint, so cold to Thee,
And Thine to us so great!
4 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly dove,
With all Thy quickening powers,
Come, shed abroad a Savior's love,
And that shall kindle ours. Amen.
