Thou Spirit of Almighty God,

Of Whom the Christ in promise spoke,

When sorrow cast its gloom abroad,

And throbbing hearts the stillness broke;

They know Thy power who sorrow most,

Come then to soothe, O Holy Ghost.

Thou cam'st to fill the vacant place,

Lest heedless souls should Christ forget,

To show His deeds and words of grace,

When He had risen from Olivet;

To close the links by parting riven,

And bind their souls to His, in heaven.

Thy power is in the souls of men

To burn their dross with heavenly flame,

To rouse the faint to life again,

The erring from their ways reclaim;

Thy calm the troubled soul pervades,

And night before Thy rising fades.

Almighty God, Thou Holy Ghost,

Our hearts refresh, our souls inspire

Come as Thou cam'st at Pentecost,

As rending wind, or tongues of fire;

And when our lips are moved to praise,

Thy grace shall be their theme always.