1 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all Thy quickening powers; Kindle a flame of sacred love In these cold hearts of ours. 2 O raise our thoughts from things below, From vanities and toys! Then shall we with fresh courage go To reach eternal joys. 3 Awake our souls to joyful songs; Let pure devotions rise; Till praise employs our thankful tongues, And doubt forever dies. 4 Father, we would no longer live At this poor, dying rate; To Thee our thankful love we give, For Thine to us is great. 5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all Thy quickening powers; Come, shed abroad a Savior’s love, And that shall kindle ours.