1 Hear, gracious sovereign, from thy throne,
And send thy various blessings down:
While by thine Israel thou art sought,
Attend the prayer thy word hath taught.

2 Come, sacred spirit, from above,
And fill the coldest heart with love;
Soften to flesh the rugged stone,
And let thy godlike power be known.

3 Speak thou, and from the haughtiest eyes
Shall floods of pious sorrow rise:
While all their glowing souls are borne
To seek that grace, which now they scorn.

4 O let a holy flock await,
Num'rous around thy temple-gate,
Each pressing on with zeal to be
A living sacrifice to thee.

5 In answer to our fervent cries,
Give us to see thy church arise;
Or, if that blessing seem too great,
Give us to mourn its low estate.