He Has Come (Lawhead)

He has come

the Ho­ly Spir­it

To my long­ing

wait­ing heart;

He has come

and like a fount­ain

Joy and glad­ness up­ward start.

He has come

He has come

He has come

my ho­ly guest;

He has come with all His full­ness

Come to reign with­in my breast.

Often would He hov­er o’er me

Waiting me to let Him in;

Sweetest words of pro­mise whis­per:

I will cleanse you from all sin.

Then I bade Him search the tem­ple

And re­veal to me my need;

Now at last He makes me ho­ly—

He is dwell­ing there in­deed.

Like the dew

O so re­fresh­ing

Yet so gent­ly He has come

And He fills me with His pre­sence

Makes my heart His bless­èd home.

O the match­less con­des­cen­sion!

For the tri­une God in me

Deigns to live and bless for­ev­er;

Wondrous glo­ry! Can it be?

He has come

O hal­le­lu­jah!

Joyful bells of Heav­en ring

Fill the earth with sweet­est mu­sic

Every soul awake and sing.