"Spirit of God,
descend upon my heart,
wean it from earth, through all its pulses move;
stoop to my weakness,
mighty as you are,
and make me love you as I ought to love.
"I ask no dream,
no prophet ecstasies,
no sudden rending of the veil of clay,
no angel visitant,
no opening skies;
but take the dimness of my soul away."
George Croly, 1854
Posted by nickles at May 26, 2007 04:37 AM | TrackBackThat's a great hymn.
Posted by: Evan Donovan at May 26, 2007 09:36 AM