Come, Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove !
With All Thy Quickening Powers,
Kindle A Flame Of Sacred Love
In These Cold Hearts Of Ours.

O Lord, And Shall We Ever Live
At This Poor Dying Rate ?
Our Love So Faint, So Cold To Thee,
And Thine To Us So Great.

Come, Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove !
With All Thy Quickening Powers,
Come, Shed Abroad A Saviour’s Love,
And That Shall Kindle Ours.