Spirit Of God Descend Upon My Heart

"...for no prophecy was ever made by an act of human will,
but men moved by the Holy Spirit spoke from God."
2 Peter 1:21

Spirit of God,

descend upon my heart;

Wean it from earth;

through all its pulses move;

Stoop to my weakness,

mighty as Thou art,

And make me love Thee

as I ought to love.

I ask no dream,

no prophetic 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.

Teach me to love Thee

as Thine angels love,

One holy passion

filling all my frame;

The baptism of

the heaven-descended Dove,

My heart an altar,

and Thy love the flame.

Amen.

"Spirit Of God Descend Upon My Heart"
(1854)
Reverend George Croly
(1780-1860)
Irish Anglican clergyman,
 poet, historian, and novelist