PENTECOSTAL HYMN

COME, heavenly Spirit, come!
Kind Father of the poor;
The Giver and the gift,
Enter my lowly door!
Be guest within my heart,
Nor ever hence depart.

Thou the eternal Truth,
Into dark hearts steal in,
True Light, give light to souls
Sunk in the night of sin;
True Strength, put forth Thy power
For us in evil hour!

Ours is a world of wiles,
Of beauteous vanities;
Come, and in us destroy
Its fair impurities,
Lest by its tempting arts
From Thee it steal our hearts!

Unveil Thy glorious self
To us, O Holy One,
That Thou into our hearts
May shine, Thyself alone!
Saved from earth’s vanities,
To Thee we long to rise.

Renew us, Holy One!
O purge us in Thy fire;
Refine us, heavenly flame,
Consume each low desire;
Prepare us as a sacrifice,
Well-pleasing in Thine eye;

Far from Thee we have lived,
Exiles from home and Thee;
Oh bring us back in love!
End our captivity.
Be Thou the way we wend,
Be Thou that way’s blest end!

Glory to the Father be,
Glory to the equal Son,
Glory to the Spirit be,
Glory to the Three in One!
Spirit, ’tis Thy breath divine
Makes these hearts to burn and shine.


Horatius Bonar, Hymns of Faith and Hope: Second Series, (London: J. Nisbet & Co., 1886), 170–171.