Come, descend, O heav’nly Spirit,
Fan each spark into a flame,
Blessings let us now inherit,
Blessings that we cannot name;
Shout O glory, glory, glory,
Palms of vict’ry you shall bear,
Palms of vict’ry, crowns of glory,
Palms of vict’ry you shall wear.

Keep us, Lord, still in communion,
Daily nearer drawn to thee;
Sinking in the sweetest union,
Of that heart-felt mystery;
Shout O glory, glory, glory,
Palms of vict’ry you shall bear,
Palms of vict’ry, crowns of glory,
Palms of vict’ry you shall wear.

Recordings 1, 2, 3