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 thee, Lord.
Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #277