Jesus, Thine all vic­to­ri­ous love
Shed in my heart abroad;
Then shall my feet no long­er rove,
Rooted and fixed in God.

O that in me the sac­red fire
Might now be­gin to glow;
Burn up the dross of base de­sire
And make the mount­ains flow!

O that it now from Heav’n might fall
And all my sins con­sume!
Come, Ho­ly Ghost, for Thee I call,
Spirit of burn­ing, come!

Refining fire, go through my heart,
Illuminate my soul;
Scatter Thy life through ev­ery part
And sanc­ti­fy the whole.