First Line: Descend, O Flame of sacred fire,

Descend, O Flame of sacred fire :
Now may we feel Thy quickening power ;
To purest love each heart inspire,
And keep us in each trying hour.

2 Come like a rushing wind, we pray,
And let Thy presence fill this place :
Oh, take our unbelief away,
Baptize us with Thy boundless grace.

3 Come down from heaven, O quenchless Flame,
Through Christ, the Everlasting Son ;
The riches of His love proclaim,
And melt our every heart in one.