Come, gracious Spirit, heav'nly Dove,
With light and comfort from above:
Be Thou our guardian, Thou our guide;
O'er ev'ry thought and step preside.
The light of truth to us display,
And make us know and choose Thy way;
Plant holy fear in ev'ry heart,
That we from God may not depart.
Lead us to holiness, - the road
That we must take to dwell with God;
Lead us to Christ, the living way,
Nor let us from His precepts stray.
Lead us to God, our final rest,
In His enjoyment to be blest;
Lead us to heav'n, the seat of bliss,
Where pleasure in perfection is.