Songs‎ > ‎400 - 499‎ > ‎

418b Union Vale


Come, Holy Spirit, heav'nly 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 toys;
Our 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 our devotion dies.

Come, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove,
With all Thy quick'ning pow'rs,
Come, shed abroad a Savior's love,
And that shall kindle ours.



Listen Download 
http://sevenshapes.sacredharpbremen.org/resources/songs/400---499/418b-union-vale/418b%20Union%20Vale%20synth%20text%201%20Treble%20%28f%29.mp3
http://sevenshapes.sacredharpbremen.org/resources/songs/400---499/418b-union-vale/418b%20Union%20Vale%20synth%20text%201%20Treble%20%28m%29.mp3
http://sevenshapes.sacredharpbremen.org/resources/songs/400---499/418b-union-vale/418b%20Union%20Vale%20synth%20text%202%20Alto.mp3
http://sevenshapes.sacredharpbremen.org/resources/songs/400---499/418b-union-vale/418b%20Union%20Vale%20synth%20text%203%20Tenor.mp3
http://sevenshapes.sacredharpbremen.org/resources/songs/400---499/418b-union-vale/418b%20Union%20Vale%20synth%20text%204%20Bass.mp3
http://sevenshapes.sacredharpbremen.org/resources/songs/400---499/418b-union-vale/418b%20Union%20Vale%20synth%20text.mp3