O spirit of the living God, In all thy plentitude of grace, Where'er the foot of man hath trod, Descend on our apostate race,

Give tongues of fire and hearts of love, To preach the reconciling word; Give power and unction from above Whene'er the joyful sound is heard

Be darkness, at thy coming light; Confusion, order in thy path: Souls without strength inspire with might; Bid mercy triumph over wrath.

O spirit of the Lord prepare All the round earth her God to meet; Breathe thou abroad, like morning air, Till hearts of stone begin to beat.

Baptized the nations; far and nigh The triumphs of the cross record; The name of Jesus glorify, Till every kindred call Him Lord.