O heavenly fount of light and love,
Adoring praise to Thee we pay;
Pour down, blest Spirit, from above
Fresh streams of grace this day.
Thou, o’er the everlasting Son
Hovering with wings of living light
Anointed Israel’s champion
To fight the awful fight.
At Pentecost Thou camest down
As sound of rushing wind went by,
With tongues of heavenly fire to crown
That glorious company.
Thou on each new-born child of grace
Dost now in hidden power descend
To strengthen for life’s weary race,
To comfort and defend.
Thou in each meek and lowly heart,
With streams of living waters bright,
Sweet Fount of strength and gladness art,
Fresh Spring of life and light.
Thee, Spirit blest, All-Holy One,
In songs of triumph we adore,
For, with the Father and the Son,
Thou reignest evermore.