Spirit of pow­er, and truth, and love,
Who sitt’st en­throned in light ab­ove,
Descend, and bear us on Thy wings
Far from these low and fleet­ing things.

Compassed by foes on ev­ery side,
By sin and sore temp­ta­tion tried,
Where can we look or whi­ther flee
If not, great Strength­en­er, to Thee?

Come, Ho­ly Spir­it, like the fire,
With burn­ing zeal our souls in­spire,
Come like the south wind breath­ing balm,
Our joys refresh, our pass­ions calm.

Come like the sun’s en­light­en­ing beam,
Come like the cool­ing, cleans­ing stream,
With all Thy grac­es pre­sent be:
Spirit of God, we wait for Thee.