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Rom.5.5
Versi 1
1
Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all Thy quick‘ning 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.
3
In vain we tune our formal songs,
In vain we strive to rise;
Hosannas languish on our tongues,
And our devotion dies.
4
Dear Lord! and shall we ever live
At this poor dying rate?
Our love so faint, so cold to Thee,
And Thine to us so great!
5
Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all Thy quick‘ning powers;
Come, shed abroad the Savior‘s love
And that shall kindle ours.