Christ My Song - 2089
Gift of the Father's living love! - Whit Sunday
(John S. B. Monsell/Johannes Thomas Rüegg)
"Drop down, ye heavens, from above,
and let the skies pour down righteousness:
let the earth open, and let them bring forth salvation,
and let righteousness spring up together." (Isaiah 45,8)
1. Gift of the Father's living love!
Hope of the Saviour's dying prayer!
Drop gently on me from above
with the soft dew-drops of thy care;
refresh me with thy bounteous grace,
and make my heart thy dwelling-place! PDF - Midi
2. The hateful weeds of sin destroy,
the bloom of Paradise restore,
with beauty bless it, and with joy
fill its waste-places evermore;
refresh it with thy bounteous grace,
and make it thine own dwelling-place!
3. It is the garden of the Lord,
but all unfit for him to see,
until its tangled paths, restored
to their primeval grace by thee,
become the ways where he will walk,
and by me sit, and with me talk.
4. O blessed Spirit! on me rest,
and in me evermore abide,
what I should be thou knowest best,
what I most need canst best provide;
refresh my drooping soul with grace,
and make it God's own dwelling-place!
John S. B. Monsell, Hymns of Love and Praise, 1877, 70.
Hymn title from the index, page 171.