Old-Line Primitive Baptist Hymn and Tune Book

Hymn #179: Come, Holy Spirit, Heav'Nly Dove

Hymn #178 Hymn #180

The Holy Spirit

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179 (C.M.) Isaac Watts

Come, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove,

With all Thy quick'ning pow'rs;

Kindle a flame of sacred love

In these cold hearts of ours.

Look, how we grovel here below,

Fond of these trifling toys;

Our souls can neither fly nor go,

To reach eternal joys.

In vain we tune our formal songs,

In vain we strive to rise;

Hosannas languish on our tongues,

And our devotion dies.

Dear Lord! and shall we ever be

In this poor dying state?

Our love so faint, so cold to Thee,

And Thine to us so great?

Come, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove,

With all Thy quick'ning powers;

Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love,

And that shall kindle ours.

Hymn #178 Hymn #180