Spirit of God, Descend upon My Heart

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.

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 kindling of the heaven-descended Dove,My heart an altar, and thy love the flame.