Come, Holy Spirit, come …

“Why do you look so sad today?” Genesis 40:7

Come, Holy Spirit, come;
Let your bright beams rise;
Dispel the darkness from my mind,
And open my blind eyes.

Cheer my desponding heart,
O heavenly Paraclete;
Give me to lie with humble hope,
At my Redeemer’s feet.

Revive my drooping faith;
My doubts and fears remove;
And kindle in my breast, the flames
Of never-dying love!

Convict me of my sin,
Lead me to Jesus’ blood;
And to my wondering view reveal
The secret love of God!

James Smith