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.
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.
Teach me to feel that thou art always nigh;
Teach me the struggle 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 holy passion filling all my frame:
The baptism of the heaven-descended Dove,
My heart an altar, and thy love the flame.
|First Line:||Spirit of God, descend upon my heart|
|Title:||Spirt of God, Descend Upon My Heart|
|Topic:||Baptism; God's Love; Love(1 more...)|
|Source:||Lyra Britannica, 1867|
|Composer:||Frederick Cook Atkinson (1870)|
|Source:||Congregational Church Hymnal, 1887|
|MIDI file:||WiS 143 Spirit of God Descend Upon My Heart.mid|