Come, gracious Spirit, heav'nly Dove, With light and comfort from above: Be Thou our guardian, Thou our guide; O'er ev'ry thought and step preside. The light of truth to us display, And make us know and choose Thy way; Plant holy fear in ev'ry heart, That we from God may not depart. Lead us to holiness, the road That we must take to dwell with God; Lead us to Christ, the living way, Nor let us from His precepts stray. Lead us to God, our final rest, In His enjoyment to be blest; Lead us to heav'n, the seat of bliss, Where pleasure in perfection is.