1 Spirit of God, descend upon my heart,
wean it from sin, through all its pulses move.
Stoop to my weakness, strength to me impart,
and make me love you as I ought to love.
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.
3 Have you not bid me love you, God and King,
all, all your own, soul, heart and strength and mind?
I see your cross--there teach my heart to cling.
Oh let me seek you and oh let me find!
4 Teach me to love you as your angels love,
one holy passion filling all my frame:
the baptism of the heaven-descended Dove,
my heart an altar, and your love the flame.
