Abbeville

Wilder Adkins

Come, Holy Spirit, come
With energy divine
And on this poor, benighted soul
With beams of mercy shine

Melt, melt this frozen heart
This stubborn will subdue
Each evil passion overcome
And form me all anew

Mine will the profit be
But Thine shall be the praise
And unto Thee will I devote
The remnant of my days

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