O King enthroned on high


O King enthroned on high,
thou Comforter divine,
blest Spirit of all truth, be nigh
and make us thine.

Thou art the source of life,
thou art our treasure-store;
give us thy peace and end our strife
for evermore.

Descend, O heavenly Dove,
abide with us alway;
and in the fullness of thy love,
cleanse us, we pray.


Words: Greek, eighth century;
trans. John Brownlie, 1900

Music: Temple, Amen Court

Meter: 66 84

Website compiled by Steve Benner, 1999-2003.