Spirit of God, Descend on My Heart Misc. Gospel
[Bb]Spirit of [F]God, [Bb]desc[Eb]end [Bb]upo[F7]n my [Bb]heart;
[Gm]Wean [A]it from [Dm]earth; [G7]through [F]all its [C7]pulses [F]move;
Stoop to my weak[Eb/F]ness, [F7]mighty[Eb/F] as Thou [F7]art;
[Bb]And make me [Eb]love Thee [Bb]as [Gm]I o[Bb/F]ught [F7]to lo[Bb]ve.
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.
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.
Hast Thou not bid me 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:
O let me seek Thee, and O let me find!
Teach me to love Thee as Thine angels love,
One holy passion filling all my frame;
The kindling of the heaven descended Dove,
My heart an altar, and Thy love the flame.