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O Enter, Lord, Thy Temple   2 comments

Above:  Pentecost Dove

Image Scanned from a Bulletin


Author (in German) = Michael Schirmer (1606-1673)

English Translator = Catherine Winkworth (1829-1878)

Hymn Source = The Chorale Book for England (1863); this text is hymn #71

Although four hymnal companion volumes I have consulted insist that the translation of this hymn as “O Holy Spirit, Enter In” is of Winkworth, going to the primary source–her Chorale Book for England–proves otherwise.

The only change I have made to Winkworth’s translation is to replace some instances of “f” with “s.”  Therefore, for example, “my fprit’s gueft” has become “my spirit’s guest.”


O enter, Lord, Thy temple,

Be Thou my spirit’s guest!

Who at my birth did give me

A second birth more blest.

Thou in the Godhead, Lord,

Though here to dwell Thou deignest,

For ever equal reignest,

Art equally adored.


O enter, let my know Thee,

And feel Thy power within,

The power that breaks our fetters,

And rescues us from sin;

So wash and cleanse Thou me,

That I may serve Thee truly,

And render honour duly

With perfect heart to Thee.


‘Tis Thou, O Spirit, teachest

The foul to pray aright;

Thy songs have sweetest music,

Thy prayers have wondrous might;

Unheard they cannot fall,

They pierce the highest heaven,

Till He His help hath given

Who surely helpeth all.


Joy is Thy gift, O Spirit!

Thou wouldst not have us pine;

In darkest hours Thy comfort

Doth aye most brightly shine;

Ah then how oft Thy voice

Hath fled its sweetness o’er me,

And open’d heaven before me,

And bid my heart rejoice!


All love is Thine, O Spirit!

Thou hatest enmity;

Thou lovest peace and friendship,

All strife wouldst have us flee;

Where wrath and discord reign

Thy whisper inly pleadeth,

And to the heart that heedeth

Brings love and light again.


The whole wide world, O Spirit!

Upon Thy hands doth rest,

Our wayward hearts Thou turnest

As it may seem Thee best;

Once more Thy power make known!

As Thou hast done so often,

Convert the wicked, soften

To tears the heart of stone.


With holy zeal then fill us,

To keep the faith still pure;

And bless our lands and houses

With wealth that may endure;

And make that foe to flee

Who in us with Thee striveth,

From out our heart he driveth

Whate’er delighteth Thee.


Order our path in all things

According to Thy mind,

And when this life is over,

And must be all resign’d,

Oh grant us then to die

With calm and fearless spirit,

And after death inherit

Eternal life on high.



A Collection of Hymns and Liturgy for the Use of Evangelical Lutheran Churches (The Evangelical Lutheran Ministerium of the State of New-York, 1844) includes the following translation, as hymn #184.  The Collection does not identify the translator.

Come, gracious Spirit, heav’nly Dove

With light and comfort from above.

Be Thou our guardian, thou our guide;

O’er ev’ry thought and step preside.


Conduct us safe, conduct us far

From ev’ry sin and hurtful snare;

Lead to thy word that rules must give,

And teach us lessons how to live.


The light of truth to us display,

That we may know and love thy way;

Plant holy fear in ev’ry heart,

That we from thee may ne’er depart.


Lead us to righteousness, the road

That we must take, to dwell with God;

Lead us to heav’n, the seat of bliss,

Where pleasure in perfection is.


Fire of God, Thou Sacred Flame   1 comment

Above:  Pentecost Dove

Image Scanned from a Bulletin, St. Gregory the Great Episcopal Church, Athens, Georgia

Text by Albert F. Bayly (1901-1984)

Hymn Source = The Hymn Book of the Anglican Church of Canada and the United Church of Canada (1971)


Fire of God, thou sacred flame,

Spirit who in splendour came,

let thy heat my soul refine,

till it glows with love divine.


Breath of God, that swept in power

in the pentecostal hour,

holy breath, be thou in me

source of vital energy.


Strength of God, thy might within

conquers sorrow, pain and sin:

fortify from evil’s art

all the gateways of my heart.


Truth of God, thy piercing rays

penetrate my secret ways.

May the light that shames my sin

guide me holier paths to win.


Love of God, thy grace profound

knoweth neither age nor bound:

come, my heart’s own guest to be,

dwell for evermore in me.

Lord God, the Holy Ghost   2 comments

Above:  Pentecost Dove

Scan by Kenneth Randolph Taylor

Text (1819) by James Montgomery (1771-1854)

Hymn Source = Hymnal and Liturgies of the Moravian Church (Unitas Fratrum) (1923), Moravian Church in America


Lord God, the Holy Ghost,

In this accepted hour,

As on the day of Pentecost,

Descend in all Thy power.


We meet with one accord

In our appointed place,

And wait the promise of our Lord,

The Spirit of all grace.


Like mighty, rushing wind

Upon the waves beneath,

Move with one impulse every mind,

One soul, one feeling breathe.


The young, the old inspire

With wisdom from above;

And give us hearts and tongues of fire,

To pray, and praise.


Spirit of light, explore

And chase our gloom away,

With lustre shining more and more

Unto the perfect day!


Spirit of Truth, be Thou

In live and death our Guide!

O Spirit of Adoption, now

May we be sanctified!

Holy Spirit, Ever Dwelling   3 comments

Above:  Pentecost Dove

Scan by Kenneth Randolph Taylor

Text (originally four stanzas) by Timothy Rees (1874-1939)

Hymn Source = Worship Supplement (1969), The Lutheran Church–Missouri Synod and the Synod of Evangelical Lutheran Churches


Holy Spirit, ever dwelling

In the holiest realms of light;

Holy Spirit, ever brooding

O’er a world of gloom and night;

Holy Spirit, ever raising

Sons of earth to thrones on high;

Living, life-imparting Spirit,

Thee we praise and magnify.


Holy Spirit, ever living

As the Church’s very life;

Holy Spirit, ever striving

Through her in a ceaseless strife;

Holy Spirit, ever forming

In the Church the mind of Christ;

Thee we praise with endless worship

For thy fruit and gifts unpriced.


Holy Spirit, ever working

Through the Church’s ministry;

Quickening, strengthening, and absolving,

Setting captive sinners free;

Holy Spirit, ever binding

Age to age and soul to soul,

In a fellowship unending

Thee we worship and extol.

Posted July 24, 2017 by neatnik2009 in Easter 1900s

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Jesus, By the Holy Spirit   3 comments

Pentecost Dove May 24, 2015

Above:  Pentecost Dove, May 24, 2015

Scan by Kenneth Randolph Taylor

Original German Text (1732) by Count Nicholas Ludwig von Zinzendorf (1700-1760)

English Translation (1789) by John Swertner (1746-1813)

Hymn Source = Hymnal and Liturgies of the Moravian Church (Unitas Fratrum) (1923)


Jesus, by the Holy Spirit

May we all instructed be;

Sanctify us by the merit

Of Thy blest humanity.


Grant that we may love Thee truly;

Lord, our thoughts and actions sway,

And to every heart more fully

Thy atoning power display.


Lead us so that we may honor

Thee, the Lord our Righteousness,

And bring fruit to Thee, the Donor

Of all gospel-truth and grace.

To Thee, God, Holy Ghost, We Pray   2 comments


Above:  The Descent of the Holy Ghost, by Titian

Image in the Public Domain

Original German Text by Count Nicholas Ludwig von Zinzendorf (1700-1760)

Hymn Source = Hymnal and Liturgies of the Moravian Church (Unitas Fratrum) (1923)


To Thee, God, Holy Ghost, we pray,

Who lead’st us in the gospel way,

Those precious gifts on us bestow,

Which from our Saviour’s merits flow.


Thou Heavenly Teacher, Thee we praise

For Thy instruction, power and grace,

To love the Father, Who doth own

Us as His children in the Son.


Most gracious Comforter, we pray,

O, lead us further every day;

Thy unction to us all impart,

Preserve and sanctify each heart.


Till we in heaven shall take our seat,

Instruct us often to repeat,

“Abba, our Father;” and to be

With Christ in union constantly.

Come Now, O Lord   3 comments

Church of the Holy Spirit, Cumming, 2015

Above:  Episcopal Church of the Holy Spirit, Cumming, Georgia, Pentecost Sunday, May 24, 2015

Image Source = Bill Monk, Episcopal Diocese of Atlanta

Hymn Source = Hymnal and Liturgies of the Moravian Church (1969)

Text (1930) by Henry Elias Fries (1857-1949)

Henry Elias Fries composed the text on the afternoon of Pentecost Sunday, 1930, a few hours after the inspiring sermon of the Reverend Herbert J. Johnson, pastor of Fries Memorial Moravian Church, Winston-Salem, North Carolina.  Fries shared the text with Johnson early that evening.  The minister requested that the author sing the hymn for the congregation at the evening service.  Fries did so, performing it to the tune MORECAMBE, with his wife, Rosa Elvira Mickey Fries (1860-1938), a longtime musician in the congregation, accompanying him.  A week later she composed a tune, PENTECOSTAL HYMN, for the text.  The pairing of the text with that hymn with that tune has been reality in Moravian hymnals since at least the Moravian Youth Hymnal (1942).


Come now, O Lord, and teach us how to pray.

Teach us to ask ourselves from day to day

If we are Thine and Thine alone will be

Through earthly days and through eternity.


Come now, O Lord, and search our inmost thought,

Ask if we love and serve Thee as we ought.

Do we attempt to do Thy holy will?

Does constant love for Thee our bosoms fill?


Come now, O Lord, and from Thy bounteous store,

Teach lukewarm hearts to love Thee more and more,

And many sinners now from Thee astray

Do Thou convert and strengthen day by day.


Come now, O Lord, and as in days of old

Do Thou to us Thy Spirit now unfold;

Pour forth Thy love and all abounding grace

Till we in spirit see Thee face to face.

Spirit of Peace! Celestial Dove!   2 comments

Pentecost Dove May 24, 2015

Above:  The Holy Spirit as a Dove

Scan by Kenneth Randolph Taylor from a Church Bulletin, St. Gregory the Great Episcopal Church, Athens, Georgia, Pentecost 2015

Text (1829) by Harriet Auber (1773-1862)

Hymn Source = Church Psalmody:  A Collection of Psalms and Hymns Adapted to Public Worship; Selected from Dr. Watts and Other Authors (1831)


Spirit of peace! celestial dove!

How excellent thy praise!

No richer gift than Christian love

Thy gracious power displays.


Sweet as the dew on herb and flower,

That silently distills,

At evening’s soft and balmy hour,

On Zion’s fruitful hills:–


So, with mild and influence from above,

Shall promised grace descend,

Till universal peace and love

O’er all the earth extend.


Posted September 15, 2015 by neatnik2009 in Easter 1800s

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Our Blest Redeemer, Ere He Breathed   2 comments

Pentecost Dove May 24, 2015

Above:  The Holy Spirit as a Dove

Scan by Kenneth Randolph Taylor from a Church Bulletin, St. Gregory the Great Episcopal Church, Athens, Georgia, Pentecost 2015

Text (1829) by Harriet Auber (1773-1862)

Hymn Source = A Collection of Psalms and Hymns for Christian Worship (1830), American Unitarian Association


Our blest Redeemer, ere he breathed

His tender, last farewell,

A Guide, a Comforter, bequeathed

With us to dwell.


He came in tongues of living flame,

To teach, convince, subdue;

All powerful as the wind he came,

As viewless too.


He came sweet influence to impart,

A gracious willing guest,

While he can find one humble heart

Wherein to rest.


And his that gentle voice we hear,

Soft as the breath of even,

That checks each fault, that calms each fear,

And speaks of heaven.


And every virtue we possess,

And every victory won,

And every thought of holiness,

Are his alone.


Spirit of purity and grace,

Our weakness pitying see;

O make our hearts thy dwelling place,

And worthier thee.


Blessed Comforter Divine!   1 comment

Sunset Rays in Sky

Above:  Sunset Rays in Sky

Image in the Public Domain

Text (1824) by Lydia Sigourney (1791-1865)

Hymn Source = American Hymns Old and New (1980)


Blessed Comforter Divine!

Whose rays of heavenly love

Amid our gloom and darkness shine,

And point our souls above;

And point our souls above.


Thou! who with “still small voice,”

Does stop the sinner’s way,

And bid the mourning saint rejoice,

Though earthly joys decay;

Though earthly joys decay.


Thou! whose inspiring breath

Can make the cloud of care,

And e’en the gloomy vale of death,

A smile of glory wear;

A smile of glory wear.


Thou! who dost fill the heart

With love to all our race,

Blest Comforter! to us impart

The blessings of thy grace,

The blessings of thy grace.