Come, Holy Spirit

172 St. Martin's. C. M.

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 In vain we tune our formal songs,
   In vain we strive to rise;
   Hosannas languish on our tongues,
   And our devotion dies.

3 And shall we then forever live
   At this poor dying rate?
   Our love so faint, so cold to Thee,
   And Thine to us so great!

4 Come, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove,
   With all Thy quick'ning pow'rs;
   Come, shed abroad the Savior’s love
   And that shall kindle ours.
                         Isaac Watts
                         The Methodist Hymnal 1939 edition