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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.
 
2  Humble, and teachable, and mild,
O may I, as a little child,
    My lowly Masterís steps pursue!
Be anger to my soul unknown,
Hate, envy, jealousy, be gone;
    In love create Thou all things new.
 
3  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!
 
4  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