By A Collection of Hymns

      C.M.
      1 COME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
      With all thy quickening powers;
      Kindle a flame of sacred love
      In these cold hearts of ours.

      2 In vain we tune our formal songs,
      In vain we strive to rise;
      Hosannas languish on our tongues,
      And our devotion dies.

      3 And shall we then for 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, heavenly Dove,
      With all thy quickening powers;
      Come, shed abroad the Saviour's love,
      And that shall kindle ours.