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.