1
Come, Holy Ghost, all-quickening fire, Come, and my hallowed heart inspire, Sprinkled with the atoning blood: Now to my soul Thyself reveal; Thy mighty working let me feel, And know that I am born of God.
2
Let earth no more my heart divide, With Christ may I be crucified, To Thee with my whole soul aspire; Dead to the world, and all its toys, Its idle pomp, and fading joys, Be Thou alone my one desire.
3
My will be swallowed up in Thee; Light in Thy light still may I see, Beholding Thee with open face: Called the full power of faith to prove, Let all my hallowed heart be love, And all my sinless life be praise.