Father, if Thou My Father Art

Father

if Thou my Fa­ther art

Send forth the Spir­it of Thy Son

Breathe Him into my pant­ing heart

And make me know as I am known;

Make me Thy con­scious child

that I

May Fa­ther

Ab­ba

Fa­ther

cry.

I want the Spir­it of pow­er with­in

Of love

and of a health­ful mind;

Of pow­er to con­quer in­bred sin;

Of love

to Thee and all man­kind;

Of health

that pain and death de­fies

Most vi­gor­ous when the bo­dy dies.

When shall I hear the in­ward voice

Which only faith­ful souls can hear?

Pardon

and peace

and heav­en­ly joys

Attend the pro­mised Com­fort­er;

O come

and right­eous­ness di­vine

And Christ

and all with Christ

are mine!

O that the Com­fort­er would come

Nor vis­it as a tran­si­ent guest;

But fix in me His con­stant home

And take pos­ses­sion of my breast

And fix in me His loved abode

The tem­ple of in­dwell­ing God!

Come

Ho­ly Ghost

my heart in­spire

Attest that I am born again;

Come and bap­tize me now with fire

Nor let Thy for­mer gifts be vain;

I can­not rest in sins for­giv­en;

Where is the ear­nest of my heav­en?

Where the in­du­bi­ta­ble seal

That as­cer­tains the king­dom mine?

The pow­er­ful stamp I long to feel

The sig­na­ture of love di­vine?

O shed it in my heart abroad

Fullness of love

of Heav­en

of God!