1  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.

 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.

 3  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.

 4  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.

 5  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.