Lord, in Thy Spirit, take and fill my heart;

Wean it from earth, through all its pulses move;

Into my spirit all Thy grace impart,

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.

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.

Oh, let me seek Thee, and, oh, 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 with a virgin love,

One holy passion filling all my frame;

Thus all the riches of Thyself to prove,

My heart an altar, and Thy love the flame.