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COME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
   With all Thy quickening powers,
Kindle a flame of sacred love
    In these cold hearts of ours.
 
2  See how we grovel here below
    Fond of such trifling toys!
How slow our hearts to turn and go
    To seek eternal joys.
 
3  In vain we tune our formal songs,
    In vain we strive to rise;
Our praise is weak upon our tongues,
    And our devotion dies.
 
4  Dear Lord, and shall we always lie
    In such a languid state?
Our love so faint, so cold to Thee,
    And Thine to us so great?
 
5  Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
    With all Thy quickening powers,
Come, shed abroad a Saviourís love,
    And that shall kindle ours.
 
Isaac Watts, 1674-1748