Text: | Isaac Watts | |
Music: | Abraham Maxim | |
Tune: | Turner | 87.86.86 |
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Come, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove,
With all thy quickening powers;
Kindle a flame of sacred love,
Kindle a flame of sacred love, (S)
In these cold hearts of ours,
In these cold hearts of ours, (B)
Kindle a flame of sacred love,
In these cold hearts of ours.
Look how we grovel here below,
Fond of these earthly toys;
Our souls, how heavily they go,
Our souls, how heavily they go, (S)
To reach eternal joys.
To reach eternal joys. (B)
Our souls, how heavily they go,
To reach eternal joys.
In vain we tune our formal songs,
In vain we strive to rise;
Hosannas languish on our tongues,
Hosannas languish on our tongues, (S)
And our devotion dies;
And our devotion dies; (B)
Hosannas languish on our tongues,
And our devotion dies.
Father, and shall we ever live
At this poor dying rate,
Our love so faint, so cold to thee,
Our love so faint, so cold to thee, (S)
And thine to us so great?
And thine to us so great? (B)
Our love so faint, so cold to thee,
And thine to us so great?
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