Spirit Divine, Come In

Lord

I am wait­ing at Thy feet

My con­se­cra­tion is com­plete;

Nothing from Thee would I with­hold

Let me Thy glo­ri­ous face be­hold.

Emptied of self

and filled with Thee

Spirit of God

ab­ide with me;

Help me to die to self and sin

Spirit di­vine

come in

come in!

Weary of bat­tles fought with­in

Save me and cleanse me from all sin;

This is my long­ing

my de­sire;

Come

Thou re­fin­ing

cleans­ing fire.

Nothing of mer­it can I bring

Trustingly to Thy cross I cling;

Spirit of God

I bid Thee come

Make my poor heart Thy roy­al throne.

All that I have I give to Thee

All that I am eter­nal­ly;

Nothing with­hold­ing

all is Thine

Reign Thou with­in this heart of mine.