 COME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all thy quickening powers, Kindle a flame of sacred love, In these cold hearts of ours. 2 Look how we grovel here below, Fond of these trifling toys : Our souls can neither fly nor go, To reach eternal joys.  Psalms and Hymns Adapted to Social, Private, and Public Worship in the ... - Page 435by Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A., Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A. General Assembly - 1843 - 564 pagesFull view - About this book
 | English poetry - 1802 - 384 pages
...sacred love l,i thess cold hearts of ours. ' - i * « « Fond of these trifling toys; Our souls ean neither fly nor go' To reach eternal joys. 3. In vain...our tongues, And our devotion dies. 4. Dear Lord! andshall we ever lie At this poor dying rate ? Our love so faint; so Cold, fo thee, And thine to us... | |
 | George Richards - Hymns, English - 1806 - 394 pages
...CCCCXXXIV. 1 £* OME, holy Spirit, heav'nly dove, ^ With all thy quick'ning pow'rs, Kindle a flame of secret love In these cold hearts of ours. 2 Look how we grovel...To reach eternal joys. 3 In vain we tune our formal songb. In vain we strive to rise; Hosannas languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies. 4 Dear Lord!... | |
 | George Richards - Hymns, English - 1808 - 400 pages
...fairer worlds on high. HYMN 353. CM COME, holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove, With all thy quick'ning pow'rs, Kindle a flame of sacred love In these cold hearts...tune our formal songs, In vain we strive to rise, llosannas languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies. 4 Dear Lord ! and shall we ever lie At this... | |
 | George Richards - Hymns, English - 1808 - 400 pages
...high. HYMN 353. CM C'OME, holy Spirit, heav'njy Dove, With all thy quick'ning pow'rs, Kindle a fiame of sacred love In these cold hearts of ours. 2 Look,...tune our formal songs, In vain we strive to rise, llosannas languish on our tongues, And bur devotion dies. 4 Dear Lord ! and shall we ever lie At this... | |
 | E. J. Jones - Hymns, English - 1812 - 136 pages
...grovel here below, Fond of these earthly toys ; Our souls how heavily they go To reach eternal joys ! In vain we tune our formal songs, In vain we strive...Hosannas languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies. Dear Lord ! and shall we ever live At this poor dying rate ; Our love so faint so cold to thee, Come,... | |
 | Collection - 1816 - 278 pages
...'Dove, ^ With all thy quick'ning powers, Kindle a flame of sacred love In these cold hearts of cur's. 2 Look, how we grovel here below, Fond of these trifling...souls can neither fly nor go To reach eternal joys. l, 133 3 In vain we tune our formal songs, In vain we strive to rise, Hosannas languish on our tongues,... | |
 | Hymns, English - 1816 - 292 pages
...of praise and prayer, ind rest, and reign for ever there ! 319. Breathing after the Spirit, I £OME, holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all thy quickening...flame of sacred love In these cold hearts of ours. 2. See how we grovel here below, Fond of these earthly toys, Our souls, how heavily they .go, To reach... | |
 | Methodist Episcopal Church - Hymns, English - 1817 - 610 pages
...hearts of ours. 2 Look how we grovel here helow, Fond of these earthly toys ! Our souls how heavily they go To reach eternal joys! 3 In vain we tune our formal...languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies. 4 Father, shall we then ever live At this poor dying rate ? Our love so faint, so cold to thee, And thine... | |
 | Richard Herne Shepherd - Hymns, English - 1818 - 684 pages
...home. Breathing after the Holy Spirit. (CM Holy Spirit, Heav'nly Dove, With all thy qnick'ning pow'rs, Kindle a flame of sacred love In these cold hearts...To reach eternal joys. 3 In vain we tune our formal song's, In vain we strive to rise ; Hosannas languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies. 4 Dear... | |
 | John Wesley - 1818 - 306 pages
...of ours. 2 Look how we grove! here below, Fond of these earthly toys ; Our souls, how heavily they go To reach eternal joys ! 3 In vain we tune our formal...languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies. 4 O Father, shall we ever live At this poor dying rate ? Our love so faint, so cold to Thee, And Thine... | |
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