1. Spir-it of God, de-scend up-on my heart;
Wean it from earth; through all its puls-es move;
Stoop to my weak-ness, might-y as thou art,
And make me love thee as I ought to love.
2. I ask no dream, no proph-et ec-sta-sies,
No sud-den rend-ing of the veil of clay,
No an-gel vis-i-tant no open-ing skies;
But take the dim-ness of my soul a-way.
3. Hast thou not bid us love thee, God and King?
All, all thine own, soul, heartm and strength, and mind;
I see thy cross: there teach my heart to cling;
O let me seek thee, and O let me find!
A-men