Come, Holy Spirit, Raise Our Songs

Come

Ho­ly Spir­it

raise our songs

To reach the won­ders of the day

When with Thy fie­ry clov­en tongues

Thou didst those glo­ri­ous scenes dis­play.

O ’twas a most aus­pi­cious hour

Season of grace and sweet de­light

When Thou didst come with migh­ty pow­er

And light of truth di­vine­ly bright!

By this the blest dis­ci­ples knew

Their ris­en head had en­tered Heav­en;

Had now ob­tained the pro­mise due

Fully by God the Fa­ther gi­ven.

Lord

we be­lieve to us and ours

The apos­to­lic pro­mise gi­ven;

We wait to taste the heav­en­ly pow­ers

The Ho­ly Ghost sent down from Heav­en.

Assembled here with one ac­cord

Calmly we wait the pro­mised grace

The pur­chase of our dy­ing Lord—

Come

Ho­ly Ghost

and fill the place!

If ev­ery­one that asks may find

If still Thou art to sin­ners gi­ven

Come as a migh­ty rush­ing wind

To shake our earth

come down from Heav’n.