Hymns for Whit-Sunday, 29

Spirit of Grace, we bless Thy name,
Thy works and offices proclaim,
Thy fruits, and properties, and powers
Thou dost with kind intendering care
The godless heart of man prepare,
That God may yet again be ours.

Thou didst Thy fallen creature see,
Fallen from happiness and Thee,
And swiftly to our rescue come;
Well-pleased amongst the sons of men
To fix Thy residence again,
And make them Thy eternal home.

Thou dost the first good thought inspire,
The first faint spark of pure desire
Is kindled by Thy gracious breath
By Thee made conscious of his fall,
The sinner hears Thy sudden call,
And starts out of the sleep of death.

Convinced of sin and unbelief
He sinks o'erwhelm'd with sacred grief,
And pines disconsolate for God,
Till Thou the healing balm apply,
The sinner freely justify
In Jesu's name, and Jesu's blood.