Verse 1
Spirit of supplication,
Thro’ Jesus Christ bestow’d,
Visit this habitation,
And make us thine abode;
To pour a mournful prayer
Help our infirmity,
And all our souls prepare,
Great God, to compass thee.

Verse 2
Spirit of faith, discover
To us the crucified,
The sinners’ friend, and lover
Who for his haters died:
Set forth the Lamb atoning,
As slaughter’d in our stead,
And let us hear him groaning,
And see him bow his head.

Verse 3
Help us to look upon him
By us transfixt and torn,
The Lord of all to own him,
And o’re our Saviour mourn
With tears of true contrition
Bewail a tortur’d God,
And find him a physician
Who heals us by his blood.

Verse 4
O might we now relenting
Confess the deicide,
And while we lie lamenting
Perceive his blood applied!
No longer let us grieve him
Who joy to us imparts,
But lovingly receive him
Into our broken hearts!