O Holy Ghost, Thy People Bless

O Ho­ly Ghost

Thy peo­ple bless

Who long to feel Thy might

And fain would grow in ho­li­ness

As child­ren of the light.

To Thee we bring

who art the Lord

Ourselves to be Thy throne;

Let ev­ery thought and deed and word

Thy pure do­min­ion own.

Life giv­ing Spir­it

o’er us move

As on the form­less deep;

Give life and or­der

light and love

Where now is death or sleep.

Great gift of our as­cend­ed king

His sav­ing truth re­veal;

Our tongues in­spire His praise to sing

Our hearts His love to feel.

True wind of Heav’n

from south or north

For joy or chas­ten­ing

blow;

The gar­den spic­es shall spring forth

If Thou wilt bid them flow.

O Ho­ly Ghost

of se­ven­fold might

All grac­es come from Thee;

Grant us to know and serve aright

One God in per­sons three.