1 JESUS, descended from the sky,
The power of God in man thou art;
Thyself, to whom I now apply,
Speak thy own words into my heart:
Thy words are more than empty sound,
Inseparably one with thee;
Spirit in them, and life is found,
And all the depths of Deity.
2 While, feebly gasping at thy feet,
A sinner in my sins I bow,
O might I now my Saviour meet,
And hear and feel thy sayings now!
Speak, and thy word the dead shall raise,
Shall me with spirit and life inspire;
Speak on, and fill my soul with grace,
And add me to thy deathless choir.