Come, Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove

Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
with all your quick'ning pow'rs;
kindle a flame of sacred love
in these cold hearts of ours.

In vain we tune our formal songs,
in vain we strive to rise;
hosannas languish on our tongues,
and our devotion dies.

And shall we then forever live
at this poor dying rate?
Our love, so faint, so cold to you,
and yours to us so great!

Come, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove,
with all your quick'ning pow'rs;
come, shed abroad a Savior’s love
and that shall kindle ours.