O King Enthroned on High

O King en­throned on high

Thou Com­fort­er di­vine

Blest Spir­it of all truth

be nigh

And make us Thine.

Thou art the Source of life

Thou art our trea­sure store;

Give us Thy peace

and end our strife

For ev­er­more.

Descend

O heav­en­ly Dove

Abide with us al­way;

And in the full­ness of Thy love

Cleanse us

we pray.