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Come, holy celestial Dove

Hymnal: A Pocket Hymn Book #XXX (1791) Lyrics: 1 Come, holy celestial Dove, To visit a sorrowful breast, My burthen of guilt to remove, And bring me assurance and rest: Thou only hast pow'r to relieve A sinner o'erwhelmed with his load: The sense of acceptance to give, And sprinkle his heart with thy blood. 2 With me if of old thou hast strove, And strangely with-held from my sin And try'd, by the lure of thy love, My worthless affections to win; The work of thy mercy revive, Thy uttermost mercy exert; And kindly continue to strive, And hold till I yield thee my heart. 3 Thy call if I ever have known, And sigh'd from myself to get free; And groan'd the unspeakable groan, And long'd to be happy in thee: Fulfil the imperfect desire, Thy peace to my conscience reveal, The sense of thy favour inspire, And give me my pardon to feel! 4 If when I have put thee to grief, And madly to folly return'd, Thy pity has been my relief, And lifted me up as I mourn'd: Most pitiful spirit of grace, Relieve me again, and restore; My spirit in holiness raise, To fall and to suffer no more. 5 If now I lament after God, And gasp for a drop of thy love, If Jesus hath bought thee with blood, For me to receive from above; Come, heavenly Comforter, come, True witness of mercy divine, And make me thy permanent home, And seal me eternally thine! Topics: Penitential Languages: English

Come, holy celestial Dove

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #XXX (1788) Lyrics: 1 Come, holy celestial Dove, To visit a sorrowful breast, My burthen of guilt to remove, And bring me assurance and rest: Thou only hast pow'r to relieve A sinner o'erwhelmed with his load; The sense of acceptance to give, And sprinkle his heart with thy blood. 2 With me if of old thou hast strove, And strangely with-held from my sin, And try'd, by the lure of thy love, My worthless affections to win: The work of thy mercy revive; Thy uttermost mercy exert; And kindly continue to strive, And hold till I yield thee my heart. 3 Thy call if I ever have known, And sigh'd from myself to get free; And groan'd the unspeakable groan, And long'd to be happy in thee: Fulfil the imperfect desire, Thy peace to my conscience reveal, The sense of thy favour inspire, And give me my pardon to feel! 4 If, when I have put thee to grief, And madly to folly return'd, Thy pity has been my relief, And lifted me up as I mourn'd: Most pitiful Spirit of Grace, Relieve me again, and restore; My spirit in holiness raise, To fall and to suffer no more. 5 If now I lament after God, And gasp for a drop of thy love, If Jesus hath bought thee with blood, For me to receive from above: Come, heav'nly Comforter, come, True witness of mercy divine, And make me thy permant home, And seal me eternally thine! Topics: Penitential Languages: English

Come, holy celestial Dove

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #XXX (1790) Lyrics: 1 Come, holy celestial Dove, To visit a sorrowful breast, My burthen of guilt to remove, And bring me assurance and rest: Thou only hast pow'r to relieve A sinner o'erwhelmed with his load: The sense of acceptance to give, And sprinkle his heart with thy blood. 2 With me if of old thou hast strove, And strangely with-held from my sin, And try'd, by the lure of thy love, My worthless affections to win: The work of thy mercy revive; Thy uttermost mercy exert; And kindly continue to strive, And hold till I yield thee my heart. 3 Thy call if I ever have known, And sigh'd from myself to get free; And groan'd the unspeakable groan, And long'd to be happy in thee: Fulfil the imperfect desire, Thy peace to my conscience reveal, The sense of thy favour inspire, And give me my pardon to feel! 4 If when I have put thee to grief, And madly to folly return'd, Thy pity has been my relief, And lifted me up as I mourn'd: Most pitiful Spirit of grace, Relieve me again, and restore; My spirit in holiness raise, To fall and to suffer no more. 5 If now I lament after God, And gasp for a drop of thy love, If Jesus hath bought thee with blood, For me to receive from above: Come, heav'nly Comforter, come, True witness of mercy divine, And make me thy permanent home, And seal me eternally thine! Topics: Penitential Languages: English

Come, holy, celestial Dove!

Author: C. Wesley Hymnal: The Voice of Praise #262 (1873) Lyrics: 1 Come, holy, celestial Dove! And visit a sorrowful breast, My burden of guilt to remove, And bring me assurance and rest: Thou only hast power to relieve A sinner o'erwhelmed with his load, The sense of acceptance to give, And sprinkle his heart with the blood. 2 If, when I have put thee to grief, And madly to folly returned, Thy pity has been my relief, And lifted me up as I mourned, Most pitiful Spirit of grace Relieve me again and restore; My spirit in holiness raise, To fall and to suffer no more. 3 If now I lament after God, And pant for a taste of his love, If Jesus hath bought thee with blood, For me to receive from above, Come, heavenly Comforter, come, True witness of mercy divine! And make me thy permanent home, And seal me eternally thine. Topics: The Holy Spirit; Prayer for the Spirit Scripture: Genesis 20:6