1 Come, Saviour Jesus, from above!
Assist me with thy heav'nly grace;
Empty my heart of earthly love,
And for thyself prepare the place.

2 O let thy sacred presence fill,
And set my longing spirit free!
Which pants to have not other will,
But night and day to feast on thee.

3 While in this region here below,
No other good will I pursue:
I'll bid this world of noise and show,
With all its glitt'ring snares adieu.

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

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

6 Nothing on earth do I desire,
But thy pure love within my breast;
This only this, will I require,
And freely give up all the rest.