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Millennial Harp 123

Spirit of God

Words: George CrolyMusic: Frederick C. AtkinsonTune: MORECAMBE10.10.10.10

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1Spirit of God! descend upon my heart; Wean it from earth; through all its pulses move; Stoop to my weakness, And make me love Thee as I ought to love.

2I ask no dream, no prophet ecstasies; No sudden rending of the veil of clay; No angel visitings, no opening skies; But take the dimness of my soul away.

3Hast Thou not bid us 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!

4Teach 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.

5Teach 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.

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Verse 1

Spirit of God! descend upon my heart; Wean it from earth; through all its pulses move; Stoop to my weakness, And make me love Thee as I ought to love./˘˘/˘/˘/˘//˘˘///˘/˘//˘˘/˘˘/˘//˘˘/˘/35A

Verse 2

I ask no dream, no prophet ecstasies; No sudden rending of the veil of clay; No angel visitings, no opening skies; But take the dimness of my soul away.˘/˘/˘/˘/˘˘˘/˘/˘˘˘/˘/˘/˘/˘˘˘/˘˘/˘/˘/˘˘˘/˘/41A

Verse 3

Hast Thou not bid us 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!//˘/˘///˘///////˘/˘/˘/////˘/˘/˘/˘//˘˘/˘/40A

Verse 4

Teach me to feel that Thou art always nigh;/˘˘/˘/////10A
Teach me the struggles of the soul to bear,/˘˘/˘˘˘/˘/10B
To check the rising doubt, the rebel sigh;˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/10A
Teach me the patience of unanswered prayer./˘˘/˘˘//˘/10B

Verse 5

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./˘˘//˘//˘///˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘˘˘?????/˘/˘/˘˘//˘/41A

Counted by machine from the CMU Pronouncing Dictionary. It cannot hear emphasis or a poet’s licence, so treat it as a place to start reading, not the last word.