 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
 | Hosea Ballou - 1845 - 554 Seiten
...we then shall prove, Loved with an everlasting love. 371. CM WATO Invocation of the Divine Spirit. \ COME, holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all thy quickening...souls can neither fly nor go To reach eternal joys. 3 la vain we tune our formal songs, In vain we strive to rise ; Hosannas languish on our tongues, And... | |
 | Sebastian Streeter, Russell Streeter - 1845 - 418 Seiten
...verdure rise, And a young Eden bless cur eyes. HYMN 422. CM [ * or b ] Breathing after the holy Spirit. 1 COME, holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all thy quickening...ours. 2 Look, how we grovel here below, Fond of these trilling toys ; Our souls can neither fly nor go To reach eternal joys. 3 In vain we tune our formal... | |
 | Cheshire Pastoral Association (Cheshire, Conn.) - 1845 - 498 Seiten
...cheer my burdened heart, And bid my spirit rest in thee. 29». CM WATTS. For Fervency of Devotion. 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... | |
 | Lessons - 1845 - 124 Seiten
...receiveth ; and he that seeketh fludcth ; and to him that knocketh it shall be opened." Luke, x. 9, 10. " Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove ! With all thy quickening...flame of sacred love In these cold hearts of ours. Our hearts are set on things below, fond of these earthly toys ; Our souls how heavily they go, To... | |
 | John Hall - 1845 - 354 Seiten
...Dove', With all thy quick'ning powers', Kindle a flame of sacred love' In these cold hearts of ours. W. Come*, holy Spirit*, heavenly Dov*e, With all thy...flame of sacred love In these cold hearts of ours. R. 0 death', all eloquent', you only prove1 What dustv we dote on' when 'tis man we , love. W. 0 death',... | |
 | 1867 - 400 Seiten
...Holy Spirit's own testimony. He deplores his barrenness and carnality, and cannot help saying — " Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly dove, With all thy quickening...flame of sacred love In these cold hearts of ours." Again, the believer feels as though he had no strength, no strength in prayer, no strength in reading... | |
 | Methodist new connexion - 1845 - 534 Seiten
...Dove, With all thy quiek' ning powers : Kindle a flame of saered love In these eold hearts of out s. 2 In vain we tune our formal songs, In vain we strive...Hosannas languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies. . , , 3 Dear Lord I and shall we ever live At this poor dying rate? Our love so faint, so eold to thee,... | |
 | William Russell - 1846 - 420 Seiten
...light on some sweet promise there, Some sure support against despair.' Invocation. — Watts. 1. ' Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all thy quickening...hearts of ours. 2. ' Look ! how we grovel here below, 3. ' In vain we ttme our formal songs> In vain we strive to rise ; Hosannas languish on our tongues,... | |
 | 1896 - 372 Seiten
...thou ; my heavenly guest ; Let no one have it, then, but thee, And let it be thy rest. Rev. FW Faber. COME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all thy quickening...flame of sacred love In these cold hearts of ours. In vain we tune our formal songs, In vain we strive to rise ; Hosannas languish on our tongues, And... | |
 | Charles Dudley Warner, Hamilton Wright Mabie, Lucia Isabella Gilbert Runkle, George H. Warner, Edward Cornelius Towne - 1897 - 690 Seiten
...frame as this, And sit and sing herself away To everlasting bliss. COME, HOLY SPIRIT, HEAVENLY DOVE COME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all thy quickening...flame of sacred love In these cold hearts of ours. Look how we grovel here below, Fond of these trifling toys; Our souls can neither fly nor go To reach... | |
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