Come, Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove ! With all Thy quickening powers, Kindle a flame of sacred love In these cold hearts of ours.
2. O Lord, and shall we ever live At this poor dying rate ?ââ¬â Our love so faint, so cold to Thee, And Thine to us so great.
3. Come, Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove ! With all Thy quickening powers, Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love, And that shall kindle ours.