Oh for a breeze of heav’nly love,
To waft my soul away
To that celestial world above,
Where pleasures ne’er decay.
Eternal spirit deign to be
My pilot here below,
To steer thru life’s tempestuous sea,
Where stormy winds do blow.

I need the influ’nce of Thy grace
To speed me on my way,
Lest I should loiter in my race,
Or turn my feet astray.
Are not Thy mercies sov’reign still,
And Thou a faithful God?
Wilt Thou not grant me warmer zeal
To run the heav’nly road?

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