1
Spirit of God, descend upon my heart;
Wean it from earth; through all its pulses move;
Stoop to my weakness, mighty as
Thou art;
And make me love Thee as I ought
to love.
2
I ask no dream, no prophet ecstasies,
No sudden rending of the veil of clay,
No angel visitant, no open’ng skies;
But take the dimness of my soul away.
3
Hast Thou not bid us love Thee,
God and King?
All, all Thine own, soul, heart and strength and mind.
I see Thy cross; there teach my heart
to cling:
O let me seek Thee, and O let me find!
4
Teach me to feel that Thou art always nigh;
Teach me the struggles of the soul
to bear.
To check the rising doubt, the rebel sigh,
Teach me the patience of unanswered prayer.
5
Teach me to love Thee as Thine angels love,
One holy passion filling all my frame;
The baptism of the heav’n descended dove,
My heart an altar, and Thy love the flame.
