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.

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.

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!

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.