1.	Spirit of God, descend upon my heart;
	Wean it from earth; thro' 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 op'ning 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 unceasing prayer.

4.	Teach me to love Thee as Thine angels love,
	One holy passion filling all my frame;
	The kindling of the heav'n-descended Dove,
	My heart an altar, and Thy love the flame.