4 Bless'd God, that once in fiery tongues
Cam'st down in open view,
Come, visit ev'ry heart that longs
To entertain thee too.

5 And tho' not like a mighty wind,
Nor with a rushing noise;
May we thy calmer comforts find,
And hear thy still small voice.

6 Not for the gift of tongues we pray;
Nor pow'r the sick to heal;
Give wisdom to direct our way;
And strength to do thy will.

7 We pray to be renew'd within,
And reconcil'd to God;
To have our conscience wash'd from sin
In the Redeemer's blood.

8 We pray to have our faith increas'd;
And, O celestial dove!
We pray to be completely blest
With that rich blessing, love.