166 | Balerma. C.M.
(363) Breathing after the Holy Spirit.
Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove!
With all thy quickening powers,—
Kindle a flame of sacred love,
In these cold hearts of ours.
2 Look—how we grovel here below,
Fond of these trifling toys!
Our souls, how heavily they go,
To reach eternal joys.
3 In vain we tune our formal songs,
In vain we strive to rise;
Hosannas languish on our tongues,
And our devotion dies.
4 Dear 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?
5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove
With all thy quickening powers;
Come, shed abroad a Savior’s love,
And that shall kindle ours.
Isaac Watts, 1707.