1 Eternal Spirit, source of light,
Enliv'ning, consecrating fire,
Descend, and, with celestial heat,
Our dull, our frozen hearts inspire:
Our souls refine, our dross consume;
Come, condescending Spirit come!

2 In our cold breasts O strike a spark
Of that pure flame, which seraphs feel;
Nor let us wander in the dark,
Or lie benumb'd and stupid still.
Come, vivifying Spirit, come!
And make our hearts thy constant home.

3 Let pure devotion's fervours rise!
Let ev'ry pious passion glow!
O let the raptures of the skies
Kindle in our cold hearts below.
Come, purifying Spirit, come!
And make our souls thy constant home!