Come, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost

Come

Fa­ther

Son

and Ho­ly Ghost

Whom one all-per­fect God we own

Restorer of Thine im­age lost

Thy va­ri­ous of­fic­es make known;

Display

our fall­en souls to raise

Thy whole eco­no­my of grace.

Jehovah in three Per­sons

come

And draw

and sprin­kle us

and seal

Poor

guil­ty

dy­ing worms

in whom

Thou dost eter­nal life re­veal;

The know­ledge of Thy­self be­stow

And all Thy glo­ri­ous good­ness show.

Soon as our par­doned hearts be­lieve

That Thou art pure

es­sen­tial love

The proof we in our­selves re­ceive

Of the three wit­ness­es above;

Sure

as the saints around Thy throne

That Fa­ther

Word

and Spir­it

are One.

O that we now

in love re­newed

Might blame­less in Thy sight ap­pear:

Wake we in Thy si­mi­li­tude

Stamped with the Tri­une char­ac­ter;

Flesh

spir­it

soul

to Thee re­sign

And live and die en­tire­ly Thine!