A Hymn by Watts

I was redoing my RA bulletin boards today, and I came across an old hymn text by Isaac Watts that I put up on my "serious" Christmas board. It's not a Christmas song by any means, but the words stuck out to me, and I wanted to pass them along to my girls who might read the board, and any of you who read my blog. May it be a blessing to you!

Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,

With all Thy quick’ning powers;

Kindle a flame of sacred love

In these cold hearts of ours.

Look how we grovel here below,

Fond of these trifling toys;

Our souls can neither fly nor go

To reach eternal joys.

In vain we tune our formal songs,

In vain we strive to rise;

Hosannas languish on our tongues,

And our devotion dies.

Dear Lord! and shall we ever live

At this poor dying rate?

Our love so faint, so cold to Thee,

And Thine to us so great?

Come, Holy Spirit, heav’nly Dove,

With all Thy quick’ning powers;

Come, shed abroad the Savior’s love

And that shall kindle ours.