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.
Humble, and teachable, and mild, O may I, as a little child, My lowly Master’s steps pursue! Be anger to my soul unknown, Hate, envy, jealousy, be gone; In love create Thou all things new.
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!
Come, Holy Ghost, all-quickening fire! My consecrated heart inspire, Sprinkled with the atoning blood; Still to my soul Thyself reveal, Thy mighty working may I feel, And know that I am one with God.
Charles Wesley, 1707-88