COME, Saviour, Jesus, from above! Assist me with thy heavenly grace; Empty my heart of earthly love, And for thyself prepare the place.
While in this region here below, No other good will I pursue; I'll bid this world of noise and show, With all its glittering snares, adieu!
That path with humble speed I'll seek, In which my Saviour's footsteps shine; Nor will I hear, nor will I speak, Of any other love but thine.
Henceforth may no profane delight Divide this consecrated soul; Possess it thou, who hast the right, As Lord and Master of the whole.
Wealth, honour, pleasure, and what else This short-enduring world can give, Tempt as ye will, my soul repels, To Christ alone resolved to live.
Thee I can love, and thee alone, With pure delight and inward bliss: To know thou tak'st me for thine own, O what a happiness is this!
Nothing on earth do I desire, But thy pure love within my breast; This, only this, will I require, And freely give up all the rest.