SPIRIT of God, that moved of old Upon the waters’ darkened face, Come, when our faithless hearts are cold, And stir them with an inward grace. 2 Thou art the power and peace combined, All highest strength, all purest love, The rushing of the mighty wind, The brooding of the gentle dove. 3 Come, give us still thy powerful aid, And urge us on, and keep us thine; Nor leave the hearts that once were made Fit temples for thy grace divine. 4 Nor let us quench thy sevenfold light; But still with softest breathings stir Our wayward souls, and lead us right, O Holy Ghost, the Comforter.