The Psalms of David ‎#II.XXXIV

II.XXXIV. Come, Holy Spirit, Heav'nly Dove

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 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;
Hosannas 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?

4 Come, Holy Spirit, Heav'nly Dove,
With all thy quick'ning Pow'rs,
Come, shed abroad a Saviour's Love,
And that shall kindle ours.

Text Information

• First Line: Come, Holy Spirit, Heav'nly Dove
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1766
• Topic: Complaint of Dullness; Fervency of Devotion desired; Lord Delightful; Spirit breathed after

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