Spirit of God, that moved
of old
Upon the waters’ darkened
face,
Come, when our faithless
hearts are cold,
And stir them with an
inward grace.
Thou that
art power and peace
combined,
All highest strength, all
purest love,
The rushing of the mighty
wind,
The brooding of the gentle
dove.
Come, give us still Thy
powerful aid,
And urge us on, and make
us Thine;
Nor leave the hearts that
once were made
Fit temples for Thy grace
divine.
Nor let us quench Thy
sev’nfold light;
But still with softest
breathings stir
Our wayward souls, and
lead us right,
O Holy Ghost, the
Comforter.