 | Lyra Pastoralis |  |
Hymn to the Holy Spirit
Come, Holy Dove,
Descend on silent pinion,
Brood o'er my sinful soul with patient love,
Till all my being owns Thy mild dominion.
Descend on silent pinion,
Brood o'er my sinful soul with patient love,
Till all my being owns Thy mild dominion.
Round yon sad Tree
With frequent circles hover,
That in my glorious Surety I may see
Grace to redeem and righteousness to cover.
With frequent circles hover,
That in my glorious Surety I may see
Grace to redeem and righteousness to cover.
43
On wings of peace
Bring from that precious Altar
The Blood which bids the storms of conscience cease,
And blots out all the debt of the defaulter.
Bring from that precious Altar
The Blood which bids the storms of conscience cease,
And blots out all the debt of the defaulter.
Spirit of Grace,
Reveal in me my Saviour,
That I may gaze upon His mirrored Face
Till I reflect it in my whole behaviour.
Reveal in me my Saviour,
That I may gaze upon His mirrored Face
Till I reflect it in my whole behaviour.
Oh, let me hear
Thy soft, low voice controlling
My devious steps with intimations clear,
With comforts manifold my heart consoling.
Thy soft, low voice controlling
My devious steps with intimations clear,
With comforts manifold my heart consoling.
Let that sweet sound
To holy deeds allure me,
With heavenly echoes make my spirit bound,
And of my Home in Paradise assure me.
To holy deeds allure me,
With heavenly echoes make my spirit bound,
And of my Home in Paradise assure me.
Come, Holy Dove,
Guide me to yon bright portal,
Where I shall see the Saviour whom I love,
And enter on the joys which are immortal!
Guide me to yon bright portal,
Where I shall see the Saviour whom I love,
And enter on the joys which are immortal!
| Lyra Pastoralis | |