O Thou! Who Hast a Temple Shrine

O Thou! Who hast a tem­ple shrine

In ev­ery low­ly

con­trite soul

Spirit of God! These lips of mine

Touch with a liv­ing al­tar-coal.

No cost­ly rites I need pre­pare

No rich obla­tions need I bring;

The hum­ble heart

the fer­vent pray­er

Are Thine ac­cept­ed of­fer­ing.

Guide to all truth

vouch­safe Thine aid

Control my thoughts

di­rect my way;

May ho­ly fear of Thee per­vade

The var­ied du­ties of each day.

Ere I be­gin life’s com­mon task

Hushed be its fev­er­ish cares a while

That calm re­pos­ing may I bask

Eternal One! be­neath Thy smile.

Giver and source of peace di­vine

Thy will sub­miss­ive would I wait;

Each pulse of heav­en­ly life is Thine

Descend

Thou pr­omised Pa­ra­clete!

Not as of old

in aw­ful pow­er

With rush­ing wind and lam­bent fire

But gent­ly

like the fall­ing show­er

Great Spir­it

come! my soul in­spire!