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.