GRH 222 Come, Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove

(1)
Come, Holy Spirit, heav’nly Dove,
With all thy quick’ning pow’rs,
Kindle a flame of sacred love
In these cold hearts of ours.

(2)
Look! how we grovel here below,
Fond of these earthly toys;
Our souls how heavily they go
To reach eternal joys.

(3)
Father, and shall we ever live
At this poor dying rate,
Our love so faint, so cold to Thee,
And Thine to us so great?

(4)
Come, Holy Spirit, heav’nly Dove,
With all thy quick’ning pow’rs;
Come, shed abroad the Saviour’s love,
And that shall kindle ours.