 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 ... - Seite 435von Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A., Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A. General Assembly - 1843 - 564 SeitenVollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | Okehampton - 1843 - 116 Seiten
...Dove, With all thy quick'ning pow'rs, Kindle a flame of sacred love, In these cold hearts of ours. Look, how we grovel here below, Fond of these trifling...souls can neither fly nor go, To reach eternal joys. Dear Lord !- and shall we ever lie At this poor dying rate ? Our love so faint, so cold to thee, And... | |
 | Linus Smith Everett - 1843 - 124 Seiten
...ho - ly apir-it, heavenly dove, With all thy quickening sa - cred love, these cold hearts of ours. Look, how we grovel here below, Fond of these trifling...souls can neither fly nor go To reach eternal joys. In vain we tune our formal songs, In vain we strive to rise ; Hosannas languish on our tongues, And... | |
 | American Seamen's Friend Society - 1843 - 456 Seiten
...Spirit, heavenly Dove ! With all thy quickening powers, — 198. Kindle a flame of sacred love, lu these cold hearts of ours. 2 Look — how we grovel...Fond of these trifling toys! Our souls can neither li y nor go, To reach eternal joys. 3 In vain we tune our formal songs, In vain we strive to rise ;... | |
 | Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A. General Assembly - 1847 - 670 Seiten
...his praise proclaim. HOLY SPIRIT. 1 QO HYMN 198, CM A t7O Breathing after the Holy Spirit. m 1 rjOME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove! '-' With all thy quickening...flame of sacred love, In these cold hearts of ours. mp 2 Look — how we grovel here below, Fond of these trifling toys ! — Our souls can neither fly... | |
 | Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A., Isaac Watts - 1844 - 754 Seiten
...incarnate mystery, And there I fix my trust. Watt*. THE HOLY SPIRIT. Invocation of the Holy Spirit. CM OME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all thy quickening...eternal joys. 3 In vain we tune our formal songs, 4 Dear Lord — and shall we ever live At this poor dying rate, , Our love so faint, so cold to thee,... | |
 | Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A. - 1844 - 660 Seiten
...mystery, And there I fix my trust. Watts. THE HOLY SPIRIT. 172 Invocation of the Holy Spirit. CM 1 pOME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, ^~> With all thy quickening...souls can neither fly nor go, To reach eternal joys, t 3 In vain we tune our formal songs, In vain we strive to rise ; Hosannas languish on our tongues,... | |
 | Lowell Mason - 1844 - 606 Seiten
...pressing on with 7.eal to be A living sacrifice to thee. 2O6 CM Grafton. Mcdfl&L [To quichen.l Aff COME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all thy quickening...we grovel here below, Fond of these trifling toys 1 Our souls can neither fly nor go, To reach eternal joys. 3 In vain we tune our formal songs, In vain... | |
 | James Freeman Clarke - 1844 - 576 Seiten
...make my soul his loved abode, The temple of indwelling God ! 295 CM WATTS. after tJe JBoIg Spfrft. 1 COME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all thy quickening...flame of sacred love In these cold hearts of ours. 2 In vain we tune our formal songs, In vain we strive to rise ; Hosannas languish on our tongues, And... | |
 | Church of the Disciples (Boston, Mass.) - 1844 - 582 Seiten
...make my soul his loved abode, The temple of indwelling God ! 295 CM WATTS. after tje ?i)oli) Spfrft. 1 COME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all thy quickening...flame of sacred love In these cold hearts of ours. 2 In vain we tune our formal songs, In vain we strive to rise ; Hosannas languish on our tongues, And... | |
 | Abel Charles Thomas - 1844 - 232 Seiten
...grovel here below, Fond of theae trifling toys; Our souls can neither fly nor 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. «y Dear Lord 1 and shall we ever live At this poor dying rate t Our love so faint, so cold to thee,... | |
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