Come to me
O Spirit
Come to me On High
For in me Faith is waning
And I feel like I could die
Give me strength
To console my mind
From trespasses committed
For doing things the things I condemn
And You’ve already acquitted
Come to me
O Spirit
Come to me On High
That I may not be a hypocrite
So I may not live a lie
Help me now to give all
The Grace You give to me
Break me down to know You well
Remove from me this pride
Bring love into this shell
For if distaste should sit
In the same mouth as Your Name
Then I should reap the benefits
Of my shallow game
Aug 14, 2011
Aug 14, 2011 at 12:56 AM UTC
Come to me
O Spirit
Come to me On High
For in me Faith is waning
And I feel like I could die
Give me strength
To console my mind
From trespasses committed
For doing things the things I condemn
And You’ve already acquitted
Come to me
O Spirit
Come to me On High
That I may not be a hypocrite
So I may not live a lie
Help me now to give all
The Grace You give to me
Break me down to know You well
Remove from me this pride
Bring love into this shell
For if distaste should sit
In the same mouth as Your Name
Then I should reap the benefits
Of my shallow game
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