Come, Ho­ly Spi­rit, like a dove des­cend­ing,
Rest Thou up­on us while we meet to pray;
Show us the Sav­ior, all His love re­veal­ing,
Lead us to Him, the Life, the Truth, the Way.

Come, Ho­ly Spi­rit, ev­ery cloud dis­pell­ing,
Fill us with glad­ness, through the Mas­ter’s name;
Bring to our me­mo­ry words that He hath spok­en,
Then shall our tongues His won­drous grace pro­claim.

Come, Ho­ly Spi­rit, sent from God the Fa­ther—
Thou friend and teach­er, com­fort­er and guide—
Our thoughts di­rect­ing, keep us close to Je­sus,
And in our hearts for­ev­er­more abide.