1 Hear, gracious sov'reign, from thy throne,
And send thy various blessings down:
While by thine Israel thou art sought,
Oh hear the pray'r thy word hath taught.
2 Come, sacred spirit, from above,
And fill the coldest heart with love;
soften to flesh the rugged stone,
And let thy godlike power be known.
3 Speak thou, and from the haughtiest eyes
shall floods of pious sorrow rise;
While all their glowing souls are borne
To seek that grace, which now they scorn.
4 O let a holy flock await
Num'rous around thy temple-gate,
Each pressing on with zeal to be
A living sacrifice to thee.
5 In answer to our fervent cries,
Give us to see thy church arise;
Or, if that blessing seem too great,
Give us to mourn its low estate.
Source: The Hartford Selection of Hymns: from the most approved authors: to which are added a number never before published (2nd ed.) #CIV