Hymns for Whit-Sunday, 30

Spirit of Power, 'tis Thine alone
To finish what Thyself begun,
And crown Thy work with full success;
To them that groan beneath their sin,
Thou bring'st the sweet refreshment in,
The everlasting righteousness.

Thou dost by Thine almighty grace
Again the abject sinner raise,
Again our fleshly souls refine;
Spirit of spirit born, we love,
And only seek, the things above,
And live on earth the life Divine.

Thou dost the vital seed infuse,
Thou dost the creature new produce
In all its glorious parts complete;
The subjects of the kingdom here
Thou makest, ere the Judge appear,
For all Thy heavenly kingdom meet.

Thou that revealing Spirit art
Who dost the hearing ear impart,
The clear illuminated sight;
Spirit of wisdom from on high,
Of knowledge that shall never die,
Of holy, true, eternal light.

Thou art the end of doubtful care,
The antidote of sad despair
We feel in that sweet power of Thine;
Through Thee, who lift'st the fallen up,
We rise, rejoice, abound in hope,
And bless Thine energy Divine.

Author of never-failing peace,
Whene'er we languish in distress,
O'erwhelm'd with sin and misery,
Thy presence brings us sure relief,
To gladness turns our every grief;
And joy in God is joy in Thee.

Spirit of meek and godly fear,
The children, taught of Thee, revere,
And do their heavenly Father's will;
Pierced with an humble filial awe,
They love to keep His blessed law,
And all His kind commands fulfil.

Spirit of pure and holy love,
We feel Thee streaming from above
In calm unutterable peace;
The love by Thee diffused abroad
Unites our happy hearts to God,
And seals our everlasting bliss.