Come, Ho­ly Spir­it, come;
Let Thy bright beams arise;
Dispel the dark­ness from our minds,
And op­en all our eyes.

Cheer our des­pond­ing hearts,
Thou heav’n­ly Pa­ra­clete;
Give us to lie with hum­ble hope
At our Re­deem­er’s feet.

Revive our droop­ing faith;
Our doubts and fears re­move;
And kin­dle in our breasts the flames
Of ne­ver dy­ing love.

Convince us of our sin;
Then lead to Je­sus’ blood,
And to our won­d’ring view re­veal
The sec­ret love of God.

Show us that lov­ing Man
That rules the courts of bliss,
The Lord of Hosts, the Migh­ty God,
The eter­nal Prince of Peace.

’Tis Thine to cleanse the heart,
To sanc­ti­fy the soul,
To pour fresh life in ev­ery part,
And new cre­ate the whole.

If Thou, ce­les­ti­al Dove,
Thine in­flu­ence with­draw,
What ea­sy vic­tims soon we fall
To con­science, wrath and law!

No long­er burns our love;
Our faith and pa­tience fail;
Our sin re­vives, and death and hell
Our fee­ble souls as­sail.

Dwell, there­fore, in our hearts;
Our minds from bond­age free;
Then we shall know and praise and love
The Fa­ther, Son, and Thee.