1 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.
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 Hast thou not bid us 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!
4 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.
5 Teach me to love thee as thine angels love,
one holy passion filling all my frame;
the baptism of the heaven-descended Dove,
my heart an altar, and thy love the flame.
|First Line:||Spirit of God, descend upon my heart|
|Title:||Spirit of God, Descend upon My Heart|
|Author:||George Croly (1867)|
|Scripture:||2 Corinthians 12:9; Galatians 5:25; Matthew 7:7; Mark 1:10; Mark 12:30|
|Composer:||Frederick C. Atkinson (1870)|