I
O God, the Holy Ghost,
Thou Lord of light appear,
And, as of old, at Pentecost,
Come to us, waiting here;
And let the darkness that enshrouds,
Pass from our souls like passing clouds.
II
O God, the Holy Ghost—
The choicest gifts are Thine;
Grant us the grace we covet most,
And virtues most divine;
And with Thy purifying fire,
Consume, we pray, our vain desire.
III
O God, the Holy Ghost,
With strength our weakness brace,
That e’en the threatenings of a host
We may with courage face;
And put satanic power to flight,
That bears upon our souls with might.
IV
O God, the Holy Ghost,
Our soul’s enduring Friend,
For all the gifts of Pentecost
Our grateful songs ascend;—
Thee, with the Father, and the Son
We worship, glorious Three in One.
Hymns from the Morningland, 1911