With all Thy quickening powers,
Kindle a flame of sacred love
In these cold hearts of ours.
2 O 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.
3 Come, Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove !
With all Thy quickening powers,
Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love,
And that shall kindle ours.