Classic Poem

1. Eternal Spirit, source of light, Enlivening, conse-
2. In our cold breasts O strike a spark Of the pure flame which
crating fire, Descend, and with celes
seraphs feel, Nor let us wander in
tial heat Our dull, our frozen hearts inspire.
the dark Or lie benumbed and stupid still.
Our souls refine, our dross consume! Come, condescending Spirit, come!
Come vivifying Spirit, come, And make our hearts thy constant home!

3. Whatever guilt and madness dare,
We would not quench the heavenly fire;
Our hearts as fuel we prepare,
Though in the flame we should expire.
Our breasts expand to make thee room,
Come purifying Spirit, come!

4. Let pure devotion's fervors rise!
Let every pious passion glow!
O let the raptures of the skies
Kindle in our cold hearts below!
Come, condescending Spirit, come,
And make our souls thy constant home!