266 ~ Spirit of God


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 op'ning skies; But take the dimness of my soul away.


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!


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.


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