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1 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all thy quickening powers,
Kindle a flame of sacred love
In these cold hearts of ours.
2 Look, how we grovel here below,
Fond of these trifling toys!
Our souls can neither fly nor 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 as faint, so cold to thee,
And thine to us so great?
5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all thy quickening powers,
Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love,
And that shall kindle ours.
| Text Information | |
|---|---|
| First Line: | Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly dove |
| Meter: | C. M. |
| Publication Date: | 1870 |
| Notes: | Tune for 114 in "American Sunday School Hymn Book" (ASS1860a). [Tune, p. 136]. |
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