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 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.
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 kindling of the heaven-descended Dove, my heart an altar, and thy love the flame.