Oh, from myself deliver

Lord

may Thy blood now cleanse me

Wash all my sins away

That with Thy Holy Spirit

Thou may anoint

I pray.

My service

I confess

Lord

Is failure-full and weak;

The filling of Thy Spirit

To live for Thee I seek.

Oh

from myself deliver

From all its misery;

I’d henceforth be forever

Completely filled with Thee.

Oh

Lord

how dry my heart is

It yearns and pants for Thee;

The filling of Thy Spirit

Is now my fervent plea.

Within the smitten Rock

Lord

I would entirely hide;

Pour thru Thy living water

Till I am satisfied.

How cold my heart has been

Lord

How slow obeying Thee;

So fill me with Thy Spirit

I’ll ne’er rebellious be.

I lie upon Thy altar

And dare not move away;

Oh

may Thy flame descending

Consume my all

I pray.

Oh

may Thy Cross within me

Deepen its work and burn

In me enlarge Thy measure

And me to ashes turn.

Oh

may Thy Spirit fill me

Each day more than before

And may Thy living water

On me and thru me pour.