1.Stir thy fire in our souls,
O make us wholly thine;
Raptured up where glory dwells:
Let on us thy count'nance shine!
2.Rend the heavens and come down,
Shake all things with thy word,
Break the mountains low to the ground,
For thy Church awake thy sword!
Until the day break, and the shadows flee away,
I will get me to the mountain of myrrh,
And to the hill of frankincense.
3. We crave thy coming above all
We desire nothing but thy face, O Lord;
"O Stop at nothing," thy people call,
As a mighty man to run thy race!
4.With all our hearts ablaze,
And every hand washed clean,
We praise the God of sovereign grace,
We lift the songs of the redeemed!