Eternal Spirit, Come

Eternal Spir­it

come

Into Thy mean­est home;

From Thy high and ho­ly place

Where Thou dost in glo­ry reign

Stoop in con­des­cend­ing grace

Stoop to the poor heart of man.

For Thee our hearts we lift

And wait the heav­en­ly gift

Giver

Lord

of life di­vine

To our dy­ing souls ap­pear;

Grant the grace for which we pine

Give Thy­self

the Com­fort­er.

Our rui­ned souls re­pair

And fix Thy man­sion there;

Claim us for Thy con­stant shrine

All Thy glo­ri­ous self re­veal;

Life

and pow­er

and love di­vine

God in us for ev­er dwell.