From Thy Habitation Holy

From Thy ha­bi­ta­tion ho­ly

Spirit of all truth

des­cend

While we sin­ners

poor and low­ly

At the throne of mer­cy bend;

Help our weak­ness—

And a gra­cious an­swer send!

Come Thou

as the dew of Her­mon

Softly falls on Zi­on’s hill

Let us in Thy strength de­ter­mine

Henceforth to ob­ey Thy will—

Dwell with­in us—

Let Thy grace our bo­soms fill.

Brooding o’er us as on cha­os

Cause our dark­ness to re­treat;

Shine in­to our hearts

and lay us

Humbled at the mer­cy-seat—

Guide us—use us

As Thy sov­er­eign love sees meet.

When the heart is crushed and brok­en

When be­reave­ment dims the eye

Let us claim the pro­mise spok­en

By those lips that can­not lie—

Blessèd Sav­ior

Send Thy Spir­it from on high.

When we tread the waves of Jor­dan

O be near us

sac­red Guest!

Seal to us our hope of par­don;

Dove-like o’er each bil­low’s crest

Do Thou hov­er—

Guiding to eter­nal rest!