Verse 1

Spirit of God, descend upon my heart, wean it from sin, through all its pulses move. Stoop to my weakness, mighty as you are, and make me love you as I ought to love.

Verse 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.

Verse 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.

Verse 4

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.