Spirit of faith, come down,
Reveal the things of God,
And make to us the God­head known,
And wit­ness with the blood.
’Tis Thine the blood to ap­ply
And give us eyes to see,
Who did for ev­ery sin­ner die
Hath sure­ly died for me.

No man can tru­ly say
That Je­sus is the Lord,
Unless Thou take the veil away
And breathe the liv­ing Word.
Then, on­ly then, we feel
Our in­ter­est in His blood,
And cry with joy un­speak­able,
Thou art my Lord, my God!

O that the world might know
The all aton­ing Lamb!
Spirit of faith, des­cend and show
The vir­tue of His name;
The grace which all may find,
The sav­ing pow­er, im­part,
And tes­ti­fy to all man­kind,
And speak in ev­ery heart.

Inspire the liv­ing faith
(Which who­so­ev­er re­ceive,
The wit­ness in them­selves they have
And con­scious­ly be­lieve),
The faith that con­quers all,
And doth the mount­ain move,
And saves who­ev­er on Je­sus call,
And per­fects them in love.