1. 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.
2. 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.
3. 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.
4. 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.