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.
