Like the mur­mur of the dove’s song,
Like the chal­lenge of her flight,
Like the vi­gor of the wind’s rush,
Like the new flame’s ea­ger might:
Come, Ho­ly Spir­it, come.

To the mem­bers of Christ’s bo­dy,
To the branch­es of the vine,
To the church in faith as­sem­bled,
To her midst as gift and sign:
Come, Ho­ly Spir­it, come.

With the heal­ing of di­vi­sion,
With the cease­less voice of pray­er,
With the pow­er to love and wit­ness,
With the peace be­yond com­pare:
Come, Ho­ly Spir­it, come.