Holy Ghost, we look to thee; Raise the dead; the captive free; From the mighty take the prey, Teach the weak to watch and pray. Now, dear Lord, the heavens rend; Make some haughty rebel bend; Life, and light, and truth impart, To some careless sinner’s heart. If it be thy holy will, Now thy gracious word fulfil; Quicken souls, and make them cry, “Jesus, save me, or I die.” Nor thy mourning saints forget; Thy sweet unction still repeat; Daily lead us unto Christ, As our Prophet, King, and Priest. Thine it is the church to bless, And to comfort in distress; Trembling, helpless souls to guide, Safe to Jesus’ wounded side. Out of self to Jesus lead! For and in us intercede; Guide us down to death, and there Banish all our guilt and fear. There and then support the mind; May we be to death resigned; And with an immortal song, Haste to join the heavenly throng.
