Come, Jesus, Lord, with holy fire

Come

Jesus

Lord

with holy fire

Come

and my quickened heart inspire

My conscience purged by blood;

Now to my soul Thyself reveal

Thy mighty working let me feel

Since I am born of God.

Let nothing now my heart divide

Since with Thee I am crucified

And live to God in Thee.

Dead to the world and all its toys

Its idle pomp and fading joys

Jesus

my glory be.

Now with a quenchless thirst inspire

A longing

infinite desire

And fill my craving heart.

Less than Thyself

oh

do not give

In might Thyself within me live;

Come

all Thou hast and art.

My will be swallowed up in Thee

Light in Thy light still may I see

In Thine unclouded face:

Called the full strength of trust to prove

Let all my quickened heart be love

My spotless life be praise.