Send Thy Spir­it, I be­seech Thee,
Gracious Lord, send while I pray;
Send the Com­fort­er to teach me,
Guide me, help me in Thy way.
Sinful, wretch­ed, I have wan­dered
Far from Thee in dark­est night;
Precious time and tal­ents squan­dered—
Lead, O lead me in­to light.

Thou hast heard me; light is break­ing,
Light I ne­ver saw be­fore;
Now my soul, with joy awak­ing,
Gropes in fear­ful gloom no more.
O the bliss! my soul, de­clare it,
Say what God has done for thee;
Tell it out, let oth­ers share it—
Christ’s sal­va­tion, full and free.

Multitudes, whom Thou art seek­ing,
Seek for Thee this ve­ry hour;
Savior, let them hear Thee speak­ing,
Come with soul-con­vert­ing pow­er.
Lo, He comes—the ran­somed own Him;
This the song I hear them sing:
In my heart I will en­throne Him,
Christ, my Sav­ior and my king.