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Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all Thy quickâning powers.
Kindle a 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 our devotion dies.
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Lyrics by Isaac Watts (1707)
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