1 Come, Jesus, Lord, with holy fire,
Come, and my quickened heart inspire,
My conscience purged by blood;
Now to my soul Thyself reveal,
2 Let nothing now my heart divide,
Since with Thee I am crucified,
Dead to the world and all its toys,
3 Now with a quenchless thirst inspire,
Less than Thyself, oh, do not give,
4 My will be swallowed up in Thee,
Light in Thy light still may I see
Called the full strength of trust to prove,