1 JESUS, my Lord, I cry to thee
Against the spirit unclean;
I want a constant liberty,
A perfect rest from sin.
2 Expel the fiend out of my heart,
By love's almighty power;
Now, now command him to depart,
And never enter more.
3 Thy killing and thy quickening power,
Jesus, in me display;
The life of nature from this hour,
My pride and passion, slay.
4 Then, then, my utmost Saviour, raise
My soul with saints above,
To serve thy will, and spread thy praise,
And sing thy perfect love.
5 This moment I thy truth confess;
This moment I receive
The heavenly gift, the dew of grace,
And by thy mercy live.
6 The next, and every moment, Lord,
On me thy Spirit pour;
And bless me, who believe thy word,
With that last glorious shower.