Descend, Celestial Dove

Descend

ce­les­tial Dove

And make Thy pre­sence known;

Reveal our Sav­ior’s love

And seal us for Thine own;

Unblessed by Thee

our works are vain

Nor can we e’er ac­cept­ance gain.

When our in­car­nate God

The sov­er­eign Prince of Light

In Jor­dan’s swell­ing flood

Received the ho­ly rite

In op­en view Thy form came down

And dove-like flew

the King to crown.

The day was nev­er known

Since time be­gan its race

On which such glo­ry shone

On which was shown such grace

As that which shed

in Jor­dan’s stream

On Je­sus’ head

the heav’n­ly beam.

Continue still to shine

And fill us with Thy fire:

This or­di­nance is Thine

Do Thou our souls in­spire!

Thou wilt at­tend on all Thy sons:

Till time shall end

Thy pro­mise runs.