“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 earthly toys; our souls, how heavily they 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.  Father, shall we ever live at this poor dying rate, 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 pow’rs; come, shed abroad the Savior’s love, and that shall kindle ours.”  Come, Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove, A Hymn written by Isaac Watts (1674-1748).

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