(Part of a series singing through the hymnbook I grew up with: Great Hymns of the Faith)
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.
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 holfy passion filling all my frame:
The baptism of the heav’n-descended Dove —
My heart and altar and Thy love the flame.