Come, Saviour, Jesus, from above; Assist me with Thy heavenly grace; Empty my heart of earthly love, And for Thyself prepare the place.

O let Thy sacred presence fill, And set my longing spirit free! Which pants to have no other will, But day and night to feast on Thee.

While in this region here below, No other good will I pursue, I'll bid this world of noise and show, With all its glittering snares, adieu!

That path with humble speed I'll seek, In which my Saviour's footsteps shine; Nor will I hear, nor will I speak, Of any other love but Thine.

Henceforth may no profane delight Divide this consecrated soul; Possess it Thou, who hast the right, As the Lord and master of whole.

Wealth, honour, pleasure and what else This short enduring world can give Tempt as ye will my soul repels To Christ alone resorted to live

Thee I can love, and Thee alone, With oure delight and inward bliss; To know Thou tak'st me for Thine own, O what a happiness is this!