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 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.