Spirit of God

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 op’ning skies;

But take the dimness of my soul away.

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!

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 baptism of the heav’n-descended dove,

My heart an altar, and Thy love the flame.