Come, Holy Spirit, Come (Hart)

Come

Ho­ly Spir­it

come;

Let Thy bright beams arise;

Dispel the dark­ness from our minds

And op­en all our eyes.

Cheer our des­pond­ing hearts

Thou heav’n­ly Pa­ra­clete;

Give us to lie with hum­ble hope

At our Re­deem­er’s feet.

Revive our droop­ing faith;

Our doubts and fears re­move;

And kin­dle in our breasts the flames

Of nev­er dy­ing love.

Convince us of our sin;

Then lead to Je­sus’ blood

And to our won­d’ring view re­veal

The sec­ret love of God.

Show us that lov­ing Man

That rules the courts of bliss

The Lord of Hosts

the Migh­ty God

The eter­nal Prince of Peace.

’Tis Thine to cleanse the heart

To sanc­ti­fy the soul

To pour fresh life in ev­ery part

And new cre­ate the whole.

If Thou

ce­les­ti­al Dove

Thine in­flu­ence with­draw

What ea­sy vic­tims soon we fall

To con­science

wrath and law!

No long­er burns our love;

Our faith and pa­tience fail;

Our sin re­vives

and death and hell

Our fee­ble souls as­sail.

Dwell

there­fore

in our hearts;

Our minds from bond­age free;

Then we shall know and praise and love

The Fa­ther

Son

and Thee.