My Heart's Desire

Come, Spirit of Thy Holy Love,
Into this poor life of mine,
Make Thou in me Thy dwelling place
That I'll be wholly Thine.

Help me to live for others, Lord,
That they will plainly see
The beauty of Thy Holy Life,
Reflected, Lord, in me.

Then when I stand before Thee, Lord
And lay my trophies down,
Wilt Thou receive them, Lord of grace,
And give to me a crown?
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