CCLI. The Descent of the Spirit, or his Influences desired.

GREAT Father of each perfect Gift,
Behold thy Servants wait;
With longing Eyes, and lifted Hands
We flock around thy Gate.

O shed abroad that royal Gift,
Thy Spirit from above,
To bless our Eyes with sacred Light,
And fire our Hearts with Love.

With speedy Flight may he descend,
And solid Comsort bring,
And o'er our languid Souls extend
His all-reviving Wing.

Blest Earnest of eternal Joy,
Declare our Sins forgiv'n;
And bear with Energy divine
Our raptur'd Thoughts to Heav'n.

Diffuse, O GOD, these copious Show'rs,
That Earth its Fruit may yield,
And change this barren Wilderness
To Carmel's flow'ry Field .