1. Spirit of God, descend upon my heart;
Wean it from earth; thro' all its pulses move;
Stopp to my weakness, mighty as Thou art,
And make me love Thee 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 op'ning skies;
But take the dimness of my soul away.

3. 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 unceasing prayer.

4. Teach me to love Thee as Thine angels love,
One holy passion filling all my fram;e
The kindling of the heav'n-descended Dove,
My heart an altar, and Thy love the flame.