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
I ask no dream, no prophet ecstasies
No sudden rending of the veil of clay
No angel visitant, no opening skies
But take the dimness of my soul away
Has thou not bid me 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
Oh, let me seek thee, and, oh, let me find
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
Teach me to love thee as thine angels love
One holy passion filling all my frame
The kindling of the heaven-descended Dove
My heart an altar, and thy love the flame
