Come, gra­cious Spir­it, heav’n­ly Dove,
With light and com­fort from above;
Be Thou our guard­ian, Thou our guide,
O’er ev­ery thought and step pre­side,
O’er ev­ery thought and step pre­side.

The light of truth to us dis­play,
And make us know and choose Thy way;
Plant ho­ly fear in ev­ery heart,
That we from God may ne’er de­part,
That we from God may ne’er de­part.

Conduct me safe, con­duct me far
From ev­ery sin and hurt­ful snare;
Lead me to God, my fi­nal rest,
In His en­joy­ment to be blest,
In His en­joy­ment to be blest.

Lead me to Christ, the liv­ing way,
Nor let me from His pas­tures stray;
Lead me to Hea­ven, the seat of bliss,
Where plea­sure in per­fect­ion is,
Where plea­sure in per­fect­ion is.

Lead us to ho­li­ness, the road
Which we must take to dwell with God;
Lead us to Christ, the liv­ing way,
Nor let us from His pas­tures stray,
Nor let us from His pas­tures stray.

Lead me to means of grace, where I
May own my wants, and seek sup­ply;
Lead to Thy­self, the spring from whence
To fetch all quick­en­ing in­flu­ence,
To fetch all quick­en­ing in­flu­ence.

Thus I, con­duct­ed still by Thee,
Of God a child be­loved shall be;
Here to His fa­mi­ly per­tain,
Hereafter with Him ev­er reign,
Hereafter with Him ev­er reign.