1 Eternal spirit, source of light,
Enliv'ning, consecrating fire,
Descend and with celestial heat
Our dull, our frozen hearts inspire:
Our souls refine, our dross consume!
Come, condescending spirit come!
2 In our cold breasts, O strike a spark
Of the pure flame, which seraphs feel,
Nor let us wander in the dark,
Or lie benumb'd and stupid still:
Come vivifying spirit, come,
And make our hearts thy constant home!
3 Let pure devotion's fervors rise;
Let every pious passion glow:
O let the raptures of the skies
Kindle in our cold hearts below!
Come, condescending spirit, come,
And make our souls thy constant home!
The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the most approved authors, 1799