1  Jesus, Thine all-victorious love

       Shed in my soul abroad;

    Then shall my heart no longer rove,

       Rooted and fixed in God,

       Rooted and fixed in God.

 2  Oh, that in me the sacred fire

       Might now begin to glow;

    Burn up the dross of base desire,

       And make the mountains flow,

       And make the mountains flow.

 3  He, who at Pentecost didst fall,

       May He my sins consume;

    Thy Holy Ghost, for Him I call;

       Thy burning Spirit, come,

       Thy burning Spirit, come.

 4  Refining fire, go through my heart,

       Illuminate my soul;

    Scatter Thy life through every part,

       And sanctify the whole,

       And sanctify the whole.

 5  My steadfast soul, from falling free,

       Shall then no longer move,

    While Christ is all the world to me,

       And all my heart is love,

       And all my heart is love.