The holy Spirit like a Dove

DOwn from above the blessed Dove
Is come; Ah! shall he rest,
Thou Holy and Eternal One,
With me, O in my Breast!

There let thy Spirit dwell, O Lord,
Who has a Dove-like Eye,
Most quick to see; before his sight
All things do naked lye.

O he is innocent indeed,
Most harmless, and most meek;
Whoever would from wrath be freed,
His nature they must seek.

All such who are gentle and kind,
Most humble in their heart,
This Dove infus'd it in their mind,
He did that grace impart.

Ah! he is swift as any Dove,
And quickly can be here;
Though he descended from above,
Yet is he ev'ry where.

The second Part.

From sight of thy All-seeing Spirit
O whither can we go?
His Eyes do search all places out,
He walketh to and fro

Through the Earth, where can we hide?
O whither can we fly,
Lord, from thy presence? 'cause thou art
Far off, and also nigh.

Shall we to Heaven mount alost?
Lo, thou art present there!
Or if we should go down to Hell,
Ev'n there thou dost appear!

Yea, should we take us Morning wings,
And dwell beyond the Sea,
There would thy right-hand have fast hold,
And with us quickly be:

Nay, if we say the darkness shall
Yet shroud us from thy sight,
Alas! the thickest darkness is
To thee like to the light:

Yea, darkness hideth not from thee,
But night doth shine as day;
To thee the darkness and the night
Are both alike alway.

The Third Part.

Thy Spirit's swift, he's swift in flight,
From him there's none can fly;
We ever be, Lord in thy sight,
Thou canst us soon supply

With all good things which we do need,
And could we get thy Wings,
We should mount up, from fear be freed,
And hate earth's empty things.

Behold he's come, an Olive-leaf
Within his mouth we see;
God's wrath is o're, it is asswag'd,
O therefore joyful be.

Let's see thy face, and hear thy voice,
And taste thy sweetest love!
O Souls ascend! but O for Wings,
The Wings of Noah's Dove!

Then should we fly away from hence,
Leaving this world and sin,
And soon wouldst thou, Lord, reach thy hand,
And kindly take us in.