Come, Holy Spirit (Whittle)

As soft­ly thro’ the si­lent hours

The dew to earth is giv­en

So Lord

re­vive our wea­ry pow­ers

And send us dew from Heav­en.

Come

Ho­ly Spir­it

like the dew

Our wea­ry souls re­fresh­ing;

Our hearts and minds in Christ re­new

O fill us now with bless­ing.

How hushed and calm the air and hour

When God the dew dis­till­eth;

How low­ly bends the thirs­ty flow­er

As He its blos­soms fill­eth.

Thus give us

Lord

the qui­et heart

The low­ly mind and mer­it;

As we for pray­er have come apart

To seek Thy Ho­ly Spir­it.

Look down up­on Thy gar­den

Lord

Behold the dry ground riv­en;

See droop­ing plant and parch­ing sward

And send the dew from Heav­en.

Thy gra­cious pro­mise

Lord

we plead

Thy word to Is­ra­el giv­en;

O hear our cry

be­hold our need

And send the dew from Heav­en.