O Spirit of the living God,

In all Thy plenitude of grace,

Where’er the foot of man hath trod,

Descend on our benighted race!

Be darkness, at Thy coming, light;

Confusion, order, in Thy path;

Souls without strength inspire with might;

Bid mercy triumph over wrath.

O spirit of the Lord! prepare

All the round earth her God to meet;

Breathe Thou abroad like morning air,

Till hearts of stone begin to beat.

Baptize the nations; far and nigh

The triumphs of the cross record;

Thy name, O Father, glorify,

Till every people call Thee Lord.