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 grovel 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,
4 Father, and shall we ever 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.