Gracious Spir­it, dwell with me—
I my­self would gra­cious be,
And with words that help and heal
Would Thy life in mine re­veal;
And with act­ions bold and meek
Would for Christ my Sav­ior speak.

Truthful Spir­it, dwell with me—
I my­self would truth­ful be;
And with wis­dom kind and clear
Let Thy life in mine ap­pear;
And with act­ions bro­ther­ly
Speak my Lord’s sin­ce­ri­ty.

Tender Spir­it, dwell with me—
I my­self would ten­der be;
Shut my heart up like a flow­er,
In temp­ta­tion’s dark­some hour;
Open it when shines the sun,
And his love by frag­rance own.

Silent Spir­it, dwell with me—
I my­self would qui­et be,
Quiet as the grow­ing blade
Which through earth its way has made;
Silently, like morn­ing light,
Putting mists and chills to flight.

Mighty Spir­it, dwell with me—
I my­self would migh­ty be;
Mighty so as to pre­vail
Where un­aid­ed man must fail;
Ever by a migh­ty hope,
Pressing on and bear­ing up.

Holy Spir­it, dwell with me—
I my­self would ho­ly be;
Separate from sin, I would
Choose and cher­ish all things good;
And what­ev­er I can be
Give to Him who gave me Thee!