Come, Ho-ly Spi-rit, heaven-ly Dove,
With Your life giv-ing powers;
Kin-dle a flame of sa-cred love
In these cold hearts of ours.
In vain we tune our for-mal songs,
In vain we strive to rise;
Ho-san-nas lan-guish on our tongues,
And our de-vo-tion dies.
Dear Lord, and shall we ev-er live
At this poor dy-ing rate?
Our love so faint, so cold to You,
And Yours to us so great!
Come, Ho-ly Spi-rit, heaven-ly Dove,
With Your life giv-ing powers;
Come, shed a-broad the Sav-ior's love
And that shall kin-dle ours.
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