Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/Spirit of God, that Moved of Old

Spirit of God, that Moved of Old.

Spirit of God, that moved of old
Upon the waters' darkened face,
Come, when our faithless hearts are cold,
And stir them with an inward grace.

Thou that art Power and Peace combined,
All highest Strength, all purest Love,
The rushing of the mighty Wind,
The brooding of the gentle Dove,—

Come, give us still thy powerful aid,
And urge us on and keep us Thine,
Nor leave the hearts that once were made
Fit temples for Thy grace divine:

Nor let us quench Thy sevenfold light;
But still with softest breathings stir
Our wayward souls—and lead us right,
O Holy Ghost, the Comforter!