Words: , in the 10th edi­tion of ’s Se­lect­ions, 1800, num­ber 211.

Music: Thatch­er, ar­ranged from , 1732.

Come, Holy Spirit, come,
With energy divine,
And on this poor, benighted soul
With beams of mercy shine.

O melt this frozen heart;
This stubborn will subdue;
Each evil passion overcome,
And form me all anew!

The profit will be mine,
But Thine shall be the praise;
And unto Thee will I devote
The remnant of my days.