1 Lord, in Thy Spirit, take and fill my heart;
Wean it from earth, through all its pulses move;
2 I ask no dream, no prophet ecstasies,
No sudden rending of the veil of clay,
3 Hast Thou not bid us love Thee, God and King?
All, all Thine own — soul, heart and strength and mind.
4 Teach me to feel that Thou art always nigh;
Teach me the struggles of the soul to bear,
5 Teach me to love Thee with a virgin love,
One holy passion filling all my frame;