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 op'ning 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.
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