Old-Line Primitive Baptist Hymn and Tune Book

183 (S.M.) Benjamin Beddome

Come, Holy Spirit, come!

With energy divine,

And on this poor benighted soul

With beams of mercy shine.

From the celestial hills,

Life, light, and joy dispense;

And may I daily, hourly feel

Thy quick'ning influence.

Melt, melt this frozen heart;

This stubborn will subdue;

Each evil passion overcome,

And form my soul anew.

Mine will the profit be,

But Thine shall be the praise;

And unto Thee I would devote

The remnant of my days.