What beams of dazzling glory spread!
Dove-like the Holy Spirit flies,
And lights on the Redeemer’s head:
Amazed they see the power divine
Around the Saviour’s temples shine.
4 But, hark! my soul, hark, and adore!
What sounds are those that roll along?
Not loud, like Sinai’s awful roar;
But soft and sweet as Gabriel’s song:
“This is my well-belovéd Son,