O Holy Spi­rit! now des­cend on me,
As show­ers of rain up­on a thirs­ty ground,
Cause me to flour­ish as a spread­ing tree;
May all Thy pre­cious fruits in me be found.

Be Thou my teach­er; to my soul re­veal
The breadth and depth and height of Je­sus’ love;
Now on my soul Thy blest in­struc­tion seal,
Raising my thought and heart to things above.

Be Thou my com­fort­er; when I’m dis­tressed,
Oh, gent­ly soothe my sor­rows, calm my grief;
Help me to find upon my Sav­ior’s breast,
In ev­ery hour of tri­al, sure re­lief.

Be Thou my guide in­to all truth di­vine,
Give me in­creas­ing know­ledge of my God;
Show me the glo­ries that in Je­sus shine,
And make my heart the place of His abode.