1 Jesus, Thine all victorious love
Shed in my soul abroad;
Then shall my heart no longer rove,
Rooted and fixed in God,
Rooted and fix’d in God.

2 Oh, that in me the sacred fire
Might now begin to glow;
Burn up the dross of base desire
And make the mountains flow,
And make the mountains flow.

3 Thou, who at Pentecost didst fall,
Do Thou my sins consume;
Come, Holy Ghost, for Thee I call;
Spirit of burning, come,
Spirit of burning, come.

4 Refining fire, go through my heart,
Illuminate my soul;
Scatter Thy life through ev’ry part
And sanctify the whole,
And sanctify the whole.