Stanza | Poetry Source by First Line | |||
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1 |
Come, Holy Spirit come, With energy divine, And on this poor, benighted soul, With beams of mercy shine. |
Come, Holy Spirit, come!, Stanza 1 |
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2 |
Melt, melt this frozen heart; This stubborn will subdue; Each evil passion overcome, And form me all anew. |
Come, Holy Spirit, come!, Stanza 3 |
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3 |
Mine will the profit be, But Thine shall be the praise; And unto Thee will I devote The remnant of my days. |
Come, Holy Spirit, come!, Stanza 4 |