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Lauds for the Holy Ghost.

Hymn XXXIV.

[Come mild and holy Dove]

Come mild and holy Dove,
Descend into our brest;
Do thou in us, make us in thee,
For ever dwel and rest.
Come and spread o're our heads
Thy soft all-cherishing wing;
That in its shade we safe may sit,
And to thee praises sing.
To thee who giv'st us life,
Our better life of grace:
Who giv'st us breath and strength and speed
To run and win our race.
If by the way we faint,
Thou reachest forth thy hand:
If our own weaknes make us fal,
Thou mak'st our weaknes stand.
When we are sliding back,
Thou dost our danger stop:
When we again, alas, are faln;
Again thou tak'st us up:
Else there we stil must ly,
And stil sink lower down:

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Our hope to rise is all from Thee;
Our ruin's all our own.
O my ingrateful foul!
What shal our dulnes do,
For Him that does all this for us,
Only our love to woo?
We'l love Thee then, dear Lord!
But Thou must give that love
We'l humbly beg it of thy grace;
But Thou our pray'rs must move.
O hear thine own self speak;
For thou in us dost pray:
Thou can'st as quickly grant as ask;
Thy grace knows no delay.
Glory to Thee, O Lord,
One coeternal Three:
To Father, Son, and holy Ghost
One equal glory be.