Come, Holy Spirit, Come (beddome)

Come, Holy Spirit, come,

With energy divine,

And on this poor, benighted soul

With beams of mercy shine.

O melt this frozen heart;

This stubborn will subdue;

Each evil passion overcome,

And form me all anew!

The profit will be mine,

But Thine shall be the praise;

And unto Thee will I devote

The remnant of my days.