Spirit of God, Descend upon My Heart

Verse 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.

Verse 2

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.

Verse 3

Hast 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.
O let me seek thee,
and O let me find!

Verse 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.

Verse 5

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.