25    C.M.     Isaac Watts
Breathing after the Holy Spirit. Ps. 44. 25, 26

1 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
  With thy all-quickening powers;
  Kindle a flame of sacred love
  In these cold hearts of ours.

2 Look how we grovel here below,
  Fond of these trifling toys;
  Our souls can neither fly nor go,
  To reach eternal joys.

3 In vain we tune our formal songs,
  In vain we strive to rise;
  Hosannas languish on our tongues,
  And our devotion dies.

4 Dear Lord, and shall we ever live
  At this poor dying rate?
  Our love so faint, so cold to thee,
  And thine to us so great?

5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
  With thy all-quickening powers;
  Come shed abroad a Saviour’s love,
  And that shall kindle ours.