Holy Spir­it, from on high,
Bend o’er us with pi­ty­ing eye;
Now re­fresh the drooping heart;
Bid the pow­er of sin de­part.

Light up ev­ery dark re­cess
Of our heart’s un­god­liness;
Show us ev­ery de­vi­ous way
Where our steps have gone as­tray.

Teach us with re­pent­ant grief
Humbly to im­plore re­lief;
Then the Sav­ior’s blood re­veal,
And our brok­en spir­its heal.

Other ground work should we lay,
Sweep those emp­ty hopes away;
Make us feel that Christ alone
Can for hu­man guilt atone.

May we dai­ly grow in grace,
And with pa­tience run the race,
Trained in wis­dom, led by love,
Till we reach our home above.