Poem by Charles Wesley

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Eternal Spirit, come
Into Thy meanest home;
From Thy high and holy place,
Where Thou dost in glory reign,
Stoop in condescending grace
Stoop to the poor heart of man.

For Thee our hearts we lift,
And wait the heavenly gift,
Giver, Lord, of life divine,
To our dying souls appear;
Grant the grace for which we pine,
Give Thyself, the Comforter.

Our ruined souls repair,
And fix Thy mansion there;
Claim us for Thy constant shrine,
All Thy glorious self reveal;
Life, and power, and love divine,
God in us for ever dwell.

1. Father of Ev­er­last­ing Grace
2. Jesus, from Whom All Blessings Grow
3. Father, Saviour of Mankind
4. Righteous, Sin Aveng­ing God
5. Happy the Souls to Jesus Joined

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