Spirit of God, descend upon my heart Wean it from earth, through all its pulses move Stoop to my weakness, mighty as you are Teach me to love you as I ought to love
I ask no dream, no prophet ecstasy No sudden tearing of this veil of clay No angel visits, no opening skies Just take the dimness of my soul away
Teach me to feel that you’re ever nearby (Have you not bid me love…) Teach me the struggles of my soul to bear (Heart, soul, and strength and mind…) To check the rising doubt, the rebel sigh, Teach me the patience of unanswered prayer