1 Come, Holy Spirit, Heav'nly Dove,
With all Thy quick'ning pow'rs;
Kindle a flame of sacred love
In these cold hearts of ours.
2 Look, how we struggle 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 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?
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.