357--Come, Jesus, Lord, with holy fire,

Come, Jesus, Lord, with holy fire,

357

	1.	Come, Jesus, Lord, with holy fire,
		Come, and my quickened heart inspire,
		My conscience purged by blood;
		Now to my soul Thyself reveal,
		Thy mighty working let me feel,
		Since I am born of God.
	2.	Let nothing now my heart divide,
		Since with Thee I am crucified,
		And live to God in Thee.
		Dead to the world and all its toys,
		Its idle pomp and fading joys,
		Jesus, my glory be.
	3.	Now with a quenchless thirst inspire,
		A longing, infinite desire,
		And fill my craving heart.
		Less than Thyself, oh, do not give,
		In might Thyself within me live;
		Come, all Thou hast and art.
	4.	My will be swallowed up in Thee,
		Light in Thy light still may I see
		In Thine unclouded face:
		Called the full strength of trust to prove,
		Let all my quickened heart be love,
		My spotless life be praise.