1 Now may the Spirit’s holy fire,
Descending from above,
His waiting family inspire
With joy and peace and love.
2 Great Comforter! our souls confess;
Without thy presence here,
Our songs of praise are vain address,
We utter heartless prayer.
3 Wake, heavenly wind! arise and come,
Blow on the drooping field;
Our spices, then, shall breathe perfume,
And fragrant incense yield.
4 Touch with a living coal the lip
That shall proclaim thy word;
And bid the whole assembly keep
Attention to the Lord.
Source: Hymns of Consecration and Faith #167