Spirit of holiness, descend:
Thy people wait for Thee;
Thine ear in kind compassion lend;
Let us Thy mercy see.
Thy light that on our souls hath shone,
Lead us in hope to Thee;
Let us not feel its rays alone,
Alone Thy people be.
O bring our dearest friends to God;
Remember those we love;
Fit them on earth for Thine abode,
Fit them for joys above.
Spirit of holiness, ’tis Thine
To hear our feeble prayer;
Come, for we wait Thy power divine,
Let us Thy mercy share.
words by Samuel F. Smith, 1841
The photo above is a reflection of the sky on the surface of Lake Washington.