On His Birthday, Hymn 18

Holy sanctifying Dove,
God of truth, and God of love,
On my feeble soul descend,
On my dearest earthly friend.
Come, and all our wants supply,
Now the pardon'd sanctify,
Now our little faith increase,
Fill us now with perfect peace.

Lead us, Thou, our constant Guide,
Witness in our hearts abide,
Earnest of the joys to come,
Make our souls Thy glorious home:
Every precious promise seal,
All the depths of God reveal,
Keep us to that happy day,
Bear us on Thy wings away.

If Thou didst the grace impart,
Mad'st us of one mind and heart,
Still our friendly souls unite
Partners in the realms of light;
Let us there together soar,
Quickly meet to part no more,
There our ravish'd spirits join,
Mingled, lost in love Divine.