Hymn to the Holy-Ghost

Come holy Spirit, send down those Beams Which gently flow in silent Streams From thy eternal Throne above: Come thou enricher of the Poor, Thou bounteous source of all our Store, Fill us with Faith and Hope and Love.

Come thou, our Soul's delightful Guest, The wearied Pilgrim's sweetest rest, The fainting Sufferer's best relief: Come thou, our Passions cool allay: Thy Comfort wipes all Tears away, And turns to Peace all Joy and Grief.

Lord, wash our sinful Stains away, Water from Heaven our barren Clay, Our Sickness cure, our Bruises heal: To thy sweet Yoke our stiff Necks bow, Warm with thy Fire our Hearts of Snow, And there cuthron'd for ever dwell.

All Glory to the sacred Three One everlasting Deity, All Love and Power and Might and Praise; As at the first, e'er time begun, May the same Homage still be done When Earth and Heaven itselt decays.