Come, Savior, Jesus, from Above

Come

Sav­ior

Je­sus

from ab­ove!

Assist me with Thy heav­en­ly grace;

Empty my heart of earth­ly love

And for Thy­self pre­pare the place.

O let Thy sac­red pre­sence fill

And set my long­ing spir­it free!

Which pants to have no oth­er will

But day and night to feast on Thee.

While in this re­gion here be­low

No oth­er good will I pur­sue:

I’ll bid this world of noise and show

With all its glit­ter­ing snares

adieu!

That path with hum­ble speed I’ll seek

In which my Sav­ior’s foot­steps shine

Nor will I hear

nor will I speak

Of any oth­er love but Thine.

Henceforth may no pro­fane de­light

Divide this con­se­crat­ed soul;

Possess it

Thou who hast the right

As Lord and Mas­ter of the whole.