549. The valley of dry bones

1 Descend from heaven, celestial Dove,
With flames of pure seraphic love
Our ravished breasts inspire.
O Fount of joy, blest Paraclete,
Warm our cold hearts with heavenly heat,
And set our souls on fire.

2 Breathe on these bones, so dry and dead;
Thy sweetest, softest influence shed
In all our hearts abroad.
Point out the place where grace abounds:
Direct us to the bleeding wounds
Of our incarnate God.

3 Conduct, blest Guide, thy sinner-train
To Calvary, where the Lamb was slain;
And with us there abide.
Let us our loved Redeemer meet,
Weep o’er his piercèd hands and feet,
And view his wounded side.

Text Information
First Line: Descend from heaven, celestial Dove
Title: The valley of dry bones
Language: English
Publication Date: 1884
Topic: Church: Revival of; Grace: Reviving; Heart: Change of (2 more...)
Notes: Public Domain
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