Eternal Spirit, God of truth,
Our contrite hearts inspire;
Kindle a flame of heavenly love,
And feed the pure desire.
’Tis Thine to soothe the sorrowing mind,
With guilt and fear oppressed;
’Tis Thine to bid the dying live,
And give the weary rest.
Subdue the power of every sin,
Whate’er that sin may be,
That we, in singleness of heart,
May worship only Thee.
Then with our spirit witness bear
That we are sons of God,
Redeemed from sin and death and hell
Through Christ’s atoning blood.