Come, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove
by Isaac Watts·1707·Meter 8.6.8.6 (CM)
1
Come, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove,
With all thy quick'ning 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;
Hosannahs languish on our tongues,
And our devotion dies.
4
Dear Lord! and shall we ever lie
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 powers
Come, shed abroad a Savior's love,
And that shall kindle ours.