Come, Holy Spirit, Come (Beddome)

Come

Holy Spir­it

come

With en­er­gy di­vine

And on this poor

be­night­ed soul

With beams of mer­cy shine.

O melt this froz­en heart;

This stub­born will sub­due;

Each ev­il pas­sion ov­er­come

And form me all anew!

The pro­fit will be mine

But Thine shall be the praise;

And un­to Thee will I de­vote

The rem­nant of my days.