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<h2>COME DOWN, O LOVE DIVINE</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“They saw what seemed to be tongues of fire that separated and came to rest on each of them.” Acts 2:2-3</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<p><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_w_i_williams_rv.jpg" align="right" alt="Ralph Vaughan Williams (1872-1958)" hspace="15" vspace="5" width="90" height="119.333333333333"><em>Words:</em> Bianco of Siena (?-1434) (<em>Discendi, Amor santo</em>); appeared in <em>Laudi spirituali del Bianco da Siena</em>, edited by T. Bini, 1851; translated from Italian to English by <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_l_i_littledale_rf.html" target="_blank">Richard Frederick Littledale</a> in <em>The People’s Hymnal</em>, 1867.</p>
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Down Ampney,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_w_i_williams_rv.html" target="_blank">Ralph Vaughn Williams</a>, 1906 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_d_downampy.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>Come down, O love divine, seek Thou this soul of mine,<br>
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And visit it with Thine own ardor glowing.<br>
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O Comforter, draw near, within my heart appear,<br>
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And kindle it, Thy holy flame bestowing.</p>
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<p>O let it freely burn, til earthly passions turn<br>
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To dust and ashes in its heat consuming;<br>
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And let Thy glorious light shine ever on my sight,<br>
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And clothe me round, the while my path illuming.</p>
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<p>Let holy charity mine outward vesture be,<br>
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And lowliness become mine inner clothing;<br>
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True lowliness of heart, which takes the humbler part,<br>
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And o’er its own shortcomings weeps with loathing.</p>
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<p>And so the yearning strong, with which the soul will long,<br>
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Shall far outpass the power of human telling;<br>
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For none can guess its grace, till he become the place<br>
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Wherein the Holy Spirit makes a dwelling.</p>
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