Wean it from earth, through all its pulses move;
Into my spirit all Thy grace impart,
And make me love Thee as I ought to love.
No sudden rending of the veil of clay,
No angel visitant, no opening skies;
But take the dimness of my soul away.
All, all Thine own—soul, heart and strength and mind.
I see Thy cross—there teach my heart to cling.
Oh, let me seek Thee, and, oh, let me find.
Teach me the struggles of the soul to bear,
To check the rising doubt, the rebel sigh;
Teach me the patience of unanswered prayer.
One holy passion filling all my frame;
Thus all the riches of Thyself to prove,
My heart an altar, and Thy love the flame.