119 Spirit of God, Descend upon My Heart

1 Spirit of God, descend upon my heart;

Draw it from earth; through all its pulses move;

Stoop to my weakness, mighty as thou are,

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 unanswered 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.