Spirit of God Descend Upon My Heart

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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 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.

By George Cro­ly. Thanks to Clara Boisvert for sharing it with me.

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This poem is absolutely beautiful—and so incredible inspirational. I've printed out a copy and plan on showing it to my teen ministry group later this week. I've never read anything by George Croly, and I'm wondering if he has had much more of his work published. Do you have any idea?

so moving to read this again. have you heard it sung by the amazing singer from Iona, Joanna Hogg? breathtakingly worshipful...

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