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Spirit of God, in love descend,
And make our hearts Thy place of rest;
In all our need a steadfast Friend,
To fill our store with gifts the best;
To cleanse our souls with holy fire
From sordid stains that guilt imparts,
And with Thy heavenly power inspire
Our languid zeal, and fainting hearts;
To lift our minds to nobler things
Than earth from all its best can show --
The wealth that flies on speedy wings,
The fleeting joys, like sparks that glow.
Come in the hour of sore distress,
When deep the heart for comfort sighs;
And with Thy soothing kindliness
The tear-drops wipe from weeping eyes.
|Lo, I am with you to the end,|
Thus speaks the promise of our Lord;
O Spirit of the Christ, descend,
Fulfil to us the gracious word.