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 through 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?