Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,

With all thy quickening powers;

Kindle a flame of sacred love

In these cold hearts of ours.

See how we grovel here below,

Fond of these earthly toys:

Our souls, how heavily they go,

To reach eternal joys.

In vain we tune our lifeless songs,

In vain we strive to rise:

Hosannas languish on our tongues,

And our devotion dies.

Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,

With all thy quickening powers;

Come, shed abroad a Savior's love,

And that shall kindle ours.

Amen.