Spirit of God, That Moved of Old

Spirit of God

that moved of old

Upon the wa­ters’ dark­ened face

Come

when our faith­less hearts are cold

And stir them with an in­ward grace.

Thou that art pow­er and peace com­bined

All high­est strength

all pur­est love

The rush­ing of the migh­ty wind

The brood­ing of the gen­tle dove.

Come

give us still Thy pow­er­ful aid

And urge us on

and make us Thine;

Nor leave the hearts that once were made

Fit tem­ples for Thy grace di­vine.

Nor let us quench Thy sev’n­fold light;

But still with soft­est breath­ings stir

Our way­ward souls

and lead us right

O Holy Ghost

the Com­fort­er.